It’s been seven dayfulls since I last wrote.
Even now the Vigils have passed, Saturday
night, “O come thou Dayspring!” Ike blew away
expectations – but brought Expectancy – the seer
of Fall, brushing crisp bluster ’bout our neckbones;
Pnuematic shower of Self-ishness“The root of all evils is selfishness, just as, conversely, the root of all virtues is love!”, in not
seeing ourSelf“The eye that sees all external objects sees neither itself nor its defects, so the opponents of truth see everything except their own faults. When we look into a glass the eye sees itself and its defects, so by living in the fellowship of the Word-made-flesh.” as as You see [Us], or as we should
see You. Leaving things unDone, things of
the not-Ought. Kingdom subject? I won’t be-
lieve/have like I am any for All. But are
[We] in Your [pl.] Imago.
Domine, Deus Meus!
In te, Domine, speravi!
I believe in the communion of the Saints,
together, rising with [as] the Dawn.Hail gladd’ning!