Hi there,
you may have noticed that I haven't updated this blog on Sunday. this is because I am pausing Lay Up Treasures for a while. I set off from home five days ago to begin a summer-long backpacking trip around Britain. this means that I've decided, sadly, to leave Lay Up Treasures behind for a time.
It's not all doom and gloom though. if you are interested, you can follow my journey on my brand-new blog: www.travelbritain.blogspot.com.
In the meantime, thanks for everyone's support who has been following Lay Up Treasures. Goodbye and God bless.
Craig
Wednesday 23 May 2007
Sunday 13 May 2007
XXXVII: Your love
Your love.
It fits.
Like a glove.
It fills.
Me up.
Like coffee.
In a cup.
O Your love.
It fits.
Like a glove.
It fits.
Like a glove.
It fills.
Me up.
Like coffee.
In a cup.
O Your love.
It fits.
Like a glove.
Sunday 6 May 2007
XXXVI: Reassurance
The past is a burden.
‘No it isn’t.’
The present is difficult.
‘No it isn’t.’
The future is scary.
‘No it isn’t.’
No it isn’t.
‘No it isn’t.’
The present is difficult.
‘No it isn’t.’
The future is scary.
‘No it isn’t.’
No it isn’t.
Sunday 29 April 2007
XXXV: Can you see Him?
O flower, can you see the Lord?
Can you hear Him?
Can you feel Him?
Turn your face up to the Lord,
And you will see Him.
O moon, can you see the Lord?
Can you touch Him?
Can you reach Him?
Turn your face toward the Lord,
And you will see Him.
O mountain, can you see the Lord?
Can you call Him?
Can you need Him?
Bear your face before the Lord,
And you will see Him.
Can you hear Him?
Can you feel Him?
Turn your face up to the Lord,
And you will see Him.
O moon, can you see the Lord?
Can you touch Him?
Can you reach Him?
Turn your face toward the Lord,
And you will see Him.
O mountain, can you see the Lord?
Can you call Him?
Can you need Him?
Bear your face before the Lord,
And you will see Him.
Sunday 22 April 2007
XXXIV: The things that I do
I make my breakfast.
I eat my breakfast.
I wash the dishes.
These are the things that I do –
And I do them with You.
I put my shoes on.
I go out.
I come back.
I take my shoes off.
These are the things that I do –
And I do them with You.
I sit down.
I close my eyes.
I ponder.
I yawn.
These are the things that I do –
And I do them with You.
I eat my breakfast.
I wash the dishes.
These are the things that I do –
And I do them with You.
I put my shoes on.
I go out.
I come back.
I take my shoes off.
These are the things that I do –
And I do them with You.
I sit down.
I close my eyes.
I ponder.
I yawn.
These are the things that I do –
And I do them with You.
Sunday 15 April 2007
XXXIII: The way to heaven
I met some people,
And asked them the way to heaven.
The first said,
“Climb this ladder – see, angels are going back and forth through the clouds, heralded by trumpets. You will arrive in glory!”
So I started to climb.
But I fell off.
The second said,
“I have a needle here. If you can concentrate and squeeze through the eye, heaven is waiting on the other side. Peer closely and you can see it – all the rest and comfort you could desire!”
So I started to squeeze my way through.
But I got stuck.
The third said,
“Follow that narrow path over there. It’s a long way, but the road is straight, and look – you can see Paradise in the distance, glinting with pearls!”
So I set off down the path.
But I fell by the wayside.
I was weary, battered and bruised.
But a fourth man came to me, with unkempt hair, and said,
“Pick up a lump of wood, and walk this way.”
So I followed Him.
And asked them the way to heaven.
The first said,
“Climb this ladder – see, angels are going back and forth through the clouds, heralded by trumpets. You will arrive in glory!”
So I started to climb.
But I fell off.
The second said,
“I have a needle here. If you can concentrate and squeeze through the eye, heaven is waiting on the other side. Peer closely and you can see it – all the rest and comfort you could desire!”
So I started to squeeze my way through.
But I got stuck.
The third said,
“Follow that narrow path over there. It’s a long way, but the road is straight, and look – you can see Paradise in the distance, glinting with pearls!”
So I set off down the path.
But I fell by the wayside.
I was weary, battered and bruised.
But a fourth man came to me, with unkempt hair, and said,
“Pick up a lump of wood, and walk this way.”
So I followed Him.
Sunday 8 April 2007
XXXII: The edge
After Appollinaire
“Come back, come back from the edge,”
They cried.
And then he fell.
“Perhaps he was unhappy.”
“Perhaps all his life he was living a lie.”
“Perhaps he wasn’t right in the head.”
Or perhaps he knew that he could fly.
“Come back, come back from the edge,”
They cried.
And then he fell.
“Perhaps he was unhappy.”
“Perhaps all his life he was living a lie.”
“Perhaps he wasn’t right in the head.”
Or perhaps he knew that he could fly.
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