Saturday, March 28, 2015

Blue Bicycle

"The sleep of a labouring man is sweet,
whether he eat little or much:
but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep."
Ecclesiastes 5:12

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The Green Scarf

oil on canvas
"As you do not know what is the way  of
the wind,
Or how the bones grow in the womb of
her who is with child,
So you do not know the works of God
who makes everything."

Orange Shoes

"They have closed up their fat hearts;
With their mouths they speak proudly.
They have now surrounded us in their steps;
They have set their eyes, crouching
down to the earth,
As a lion is eager to tear his prey,
And like a young lion lurking in secret places."
Psalm 17:10-12

Harold's Philosophy
by Lord Byron
(First Paragraph)

"From mighty wrongs to pretty perfidy 
Have I not seen what human beings could do?
From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few,
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose significant eye,
Learning to lie with silence, would seem true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy."

Monday, March 2, 2015

Queen Vashti

"Also Vashti the queen made a feast for
the women in the royal house
which belonged to king Ahasuerus."

Esther 1:9


Harold Alone
Lord Byron

I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee, -
Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, - nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and
still could,
Had I not filled my mind, which thus itself subdued.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me, -
But let us part fair foes; I do believe,
Though I have found them not, that there may be
Words which are things, - hopes which will not deceive,
And virtues which are merciful, nor weave
Snares for the failing: I would also deem
O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;
That two, or one, are almost what they seem, -
That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

"If the world hate you, ye know
that it hated me before it hated you."
John 15:18