More than Life

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a...

The Frost performs its ministry, Unhelped by any wind.... ...But thou... shalt wander like a breeze   By lakes and sandy shores, bene...

(photo by ali tse) I don't think i knew all the verses to the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Christmas Bells "I heard...

- Ralph Waldo Emerson (photo by alexey05 ) I've been having a harder time sleeping lately. So I've been getting out the old boo...

Anna, my dear sister-in-law has introduced me to an incredible poet that both she and i (and probably some of you) will relate to. This one ...

photo by Philipp Klinger 'O dreary life,' we cry, 'O dreary life!' And still the generations of the birds Sing through our s...

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have g...

God exists quietly. When I sit still and contemplate the breeze that moves upon me I can hear Him. For hours I would lay flat upon t...

photo by Chris Andersen It sifts from leaden Sieves - It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road - It m...

(photo by Philipp Klinger ) She smelled like trees. In the corner it was dark, but I could see the window. I squatted there, holding the sl...

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned... For to us a...

I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffe...

...I go into the desert Thistle, till I'm stopped Like an obsidian statue. The slow rise of below Sea level to the Rockies, Where...

"Lord, how great is our dilemma! In they Presence silence best becomes us, but love inflames our hearts and constrains us to speak. Wer...