LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.
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There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.
Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be read more
Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be saved.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
We're all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment.
We're all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.
Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.
Grace isn't a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It's a way to live.
Grace isn't a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It's a way to live.
Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe read more
Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift too.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
