Sunday Sonnet.

Thy mercies praise, instede of sacrifice, With thankfull minde so shall I yeld to thee. For if it were delitefull in thine eyes, Or hereby mought thy wrath appeased be, Of cattell slayne and burnt with sacred flame Vp to the heauen the vaprie smoke to send: Of gyltlesse beastes, to purge my gilt and Continue Reading

18 August 19

Further on the false prophets. Who love to teach spirituality, and faith traditions, but do not talk about the cost of discipleship, or that most dreams and untrue. Given some of the dreams that are out there, and some of our fiction, I pray fervently that our dreams are untrue. I need to say again: Continue Reading