Archive for: ‘August 2008’

THE WILLIAMSPORT FALLS

08/28/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

Willliamsport Falls

Willliamsport Falls

Rain falls on Warren County;

refreshing and renewing as thunder rolls

across the Indiana plain;

washing leaves of weed and crop alike

with endless raindrops;

hushing the songbirds as they

huddle in the shelter of oak and willow.

Rain falls on Warren County

until the soil is saturated

and still the rain falls, seeking a path

of least resistance.

It runs between the rows and into waterways

making ripples in the soft green grass.

Rain falls on Warren County,

filling the watershed streams

until they overflow with the life-giving

ambrosia of Heaven.

And now the rain that began in a thundercloud

tumbles over the lip of the Williamsport Falls

and turns the bland peacefulness of a hidden park

into a thundering magnificence.

 

Indiana's highest Waterfall

Indiana's highest Waterfall

TAPESTRY

08/28/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

Gently he calls to me,
Softly he comes.
Weaving my life on the loom of His love.
Though I can’t see it, the pattern He weaves;
Though I resist it and try to break free.
With patience and wisdom,
the Master weaves on,
‘til I’m a garment of praise and His to put on.
And He loves me and keeps me
and calls me His own.
I’ll love Him and serve him and I’ll be His throne.

Dark threads and golden ones,
laughter and tears.
Flow through my life as He gathers the years.
A world full of wonder,
of reason and rhyme.
My life is a tapestry, woven of time.

Gently He calls to us,
softly He comes.
Weaving our lives on the loom of His love.
The Master’s a weaver of garments down here.
To be worn in His mansions
of glory up there.

BROKEN ANGEL REVIEW TWO

08/26/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

Mr. Brouwer has given us an idea of what it is like to live in a police state. Rather like 1984 and Brave New World, the citizens of Appalachia are regimented, monitored and kept in total subjugation. Even when they realize that God and the Church of Bar Elohim are not synonymous and try to reach the Outside, they are relentlessly hunted and punished for their ‘heresy’.
We are given a chilling depiction of Appalachia and quickly come to the conclusion that it is just one more dictatorial state in a long line of such regimes. Even the fact that it masquerades as a religious community is not unique. We are reminded of the Spanish Inquisition and the fervent tirades of Hitler in support of a supreme Aryan race, decreed by God.
That this Appalachian nightmare is ‘chillingly near’ as the book jacket states is a matter of opinion. We can see in present day politics that the far, far right has lost the political clout it enjoyed for a few years. And, the thought of an entire nation or part of such could remain in power for as long as this one would appear unlikely. We have had Russia and China, under the impress of Communism, rule as such a state. But the Spirit of God, through the underground Church, acts like roots growing deep into the fissures of a rock, breaking it from within.
I would have liked to hear more about the Outside; more about its ethos and rules of morality. What brief glimpses we are given make us wonder if it is the exact opposite of Appalachia. That is, the rule of ‘every man a law unto himself’. I hope Mr. Brouwer writes a sequel to this work, set in the Outside, so we can better understand it.
Tomorrow I would like to discuss the child, Caitlyn, and her metamorphoses.
Thank you, Mr. Brouwer, for making us think.