Bella

Do genocide, holocaust and abortion need to be realities in order for us to really appreciate the miracle of life? Of small lives?

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I am thankful:
For a wonderful girlfriend.
For a great brother.
For a good support network (people on the other end of the line who care).
For the countless people who are praying for me.
For a room of my own.
That the above room is heated.
That all of my needs are met.
For a car that still runs well.
For time to spend with close family and friends.
That my life is getting progressively better and not progressively worse.
For sight.
For the ability to run, when I want to.
For (good) books and poems.
For (some) country music.
For music without words that is so good it makes you want to be very quiet and still or perhaps just to cry at the beauty of it.
For God.

Brothers

It is snowing outside, as well as in the book that I am reading, which is about a father and his sons in upstate New York. They're brothers. Neither one of them perfectly reflects their father's expectations, but the elder is better than the younger at hiding his rebellion, thus more the darling. Is there some unwritten rule of nature that there must exist this angel/demon dichotomy between brothers (siblings)? Why must the stories always be sad? I need to find a happy story with credibility, but I have a sneaking suspicion that all of the real stories are laced with a bit of tragedy. Is a happy story incapable of ringing as true to us, as believable and valid, as the sad, tragic tales do?

November Blue

I suppose that's apt in more than one way, given the fall out of the election, but I actually copped it from this song.
The goal of the moment is to understand the important difference, in my life, between instant and delayed gratification. I need desperately to develop the one at the expense of the other. The verdict is still out on just what direction the future is going to take. The same old choices are rattling around in my head, without much further clarity. A job is a job, or is it? As deadlines for graduate school applications fly towards me, motivation increases and progress is slowly made. Its really not that hard, I just make it so...
Looking forward to the weekend and Thanksgiving fun.

Day is Dying in the West

Day is dying in the west;
Heav’n is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets the evening lamps alight
Through all the sky.

Refrain

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts!
Heav’n and earth are full of Thee!
Heav’n and earth are praising Thee,
O Lord most high!

Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.

Refrain

While the deepening shadows fall,
Heart of love enfolding all,
Through the glory and the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face,
Our hearts ascend.

Refrain

When forever from our sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of angels, on our eyes
Let eternal morning rise
And shadows end.

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