Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Quaint Words Like Arrows~

Devotion is a worthy darling,

that God sends to the heart to glad it with;

but unworthy is he to have this gift,

that make no dwelling homestead in his heart to it.

We see that above us is with our belief,

but it savours us not,

for we are so full of earth that we have lost our taste.

~ 15th Century

These words charmed me with their sweetness as I read, and then came the last phrase: for we are so full of earth that we have lost our taste.


Losing ones taste, ones appetite is a sad business. It happens and for one who enjoys food, the delight of living is diminished. Nourishment becomes lackluster routine. Duty.

So it is in the spiritual realm as well, isn't that so? When we become so full of earth, so focused on the here and now, we not only lose sight of what we are to be about, we lose our appetite for the rich and wondrous food on the table prepared for us in the wilderness.

This may seem for you, Dear Reader, a very random thought as this Lenten season draws to a close, but my confession is that This Day, these were the words needful to this drooping soul

and spirit.

May we truly provide 'homestead for the Darling given us'. May we "seek those things which are above", as the Apostle Paul commanded us.

May our hearts truly be glad for gifts given.


  1. Indeed! You so would have loved he Labyrinth today! It would have lifted your droopy soul! O how we need to stop letting the earth get us off point. So many gifts to be had, if we step aside, and draw near.

  2. thinking like the birds... love this.