Gentle words bring life
Perversity comes in
Living spirit smashed.
(Based on Proverbs 15:4)
OK, this is playing around. The first is a translation with some freedom, but with an effort to convey just a little bit of the rhythm of the Hebrew. It needs some more work. The second is just me having some fun with rhyme and meter, a practice I can always use. I look up…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
A path goes by Along a gas line bare. Short grass grows or dies. Garbage gathers. The pole stands alone. Does the pole dream of rows of poles carrying telegrams then phone calls or perhaps electricity? Does the pole wonder why gas flows below why a person walks by why a truck dumps trash why…
From my sister, Betty Nick, received in e-mail and posted by permission. She wrote this when she was a pre-teen. Christmas is a happy time With loved ones near; God must feel sad to have Another Christmas come With so many of His children, So content down here.
When he turned 40, Kenneth began to feel that something was missing in his life. Oh, he wasn’t a lost soul. He didn’t feel a need to find himself, whatever that might mean. He just felt that there was some thing, or perhaps some person, which (or who) would make his life more complete. Something…
