On Immigration

There is no denying that Immigration is a very important topic to discuss, and we must ensure that we are doing so in a logical manner. I am not going to waste time and space to expound on the issue because Thomas Sowell has done a fantastic job in his latest column. However, I can not help but add a point to the argument with some good old fashioned sarcasm. After reading of how "thousands" of high school students are protesting for immigrant rights I can easily say that even if I had no idea or vested interest in this issue, if "thousands" of high school students are for it...I am against it.

Anxiousness

1Pet 5:7- ...Casting all your anxieties upon Him because He cares for you...

Is 35:4 - Say to all those who have an anxious heart, Be strong; fear not! Behold your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God. he will come and save you.

Phil 4:6-7 - Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

on a boisterously cloudy day

I checked out of the antique library on base, To Kill a Mockingbird. How I missed this book in high school must be in part due to a homeschooled scheducation. How I have missed the musty pleasure of the NAS base library is a consequence of my fear and terror of the prison-like building; and the suspiciously shy Woman Behind the Desk keeps her own hours, despite the official posted ones, invoking laziness on my part to never stop by and brave the rusty-handled door.

Half way into the first few chapters, I thought Scout was a boy. I hope Dill comes back every summer. He reminds me of the albino boy in Susan Cooper's Drawing of the Dark series.

sigh and sight

I've been reading the collected works of Emily Bronte. Her words speak as windy days that buffet the unspoken out of our soul. How many of us little girls hide behind a smile and curtained eye, only to find solace in a lump pillow in the night~

She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheeks' returning glow
How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow

With that sweet look and lively tone
And bright eye shining all the day
They could not guess at midnight lone
How she would weep the time away


what I see in winter-times:
Still as she looked the iron clouds
Would part and sunlight shone between
But drearily strange and pale and cold

Do you know, one summer full moon, it comes upon you...
I know not how it falls on me
This summer evening, hushed and lone
Yet the faint wind comes soothingly
With something of an olden tone

Forgive me if I've shunned so long
Your gentle greeting earth and air
But sorrow withers even the strong
And who can fight against despair

spring greens

Every year, I watch for the budding of the new leaves on the trees, and every year, I write somewhere something about the glory and joy of their catch-breath beauty. If Christmas marks the deep furrows of the honourable old things, the venerable traditions of faithful man on Time's winding road, then Easter heralds the delightfully new, the diamond light of translucent radiant mercy sparkling from every tree top as the spring time rushing winds pour through supple young branches. I find that here in south Texas, even the scruby, knarled and bent old grey mesquite trees are clothed in delicate, lacy greenery that flies up in the wind like little girl dresses on a Sunday morning.