INTO MY OWN: Pray for Mike Sweeney

Into My Own
Robert Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Words Worth Reading--

Autobiography of Hudson Tayler, H. Taylor
Between the Dreaming and the Coming True, Robert Benson
Challenge of Jesus, NT Wright
Christless Christianity, Michael Horton
Dangerous Wonder, M Yaconelli
Following Jesus, NT Wright
Houses That Change the World, W. Simson
Mere Christianity, CS Lewis
Old Man & The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
Our Town, Thornton Wilder
Out of Solitude, Henri Nouwen
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard
Ragamuffin Gospel, Brennan Manning
The Great Divorce, CS Lewis
The Shack, William Young
Tom Sawyer, M. Twain
Valley of Vision, Puritain Prayers
Venite, Invitation to Prayer, Robert Benson
What Was I Thinking, Steve Brown
When the Good News Gets Even Better, Neb Hayden
Zen & The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, R. Pirsig

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Pray for Mike Sweeney

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