Nada me faltará (Interpretación del arte de julio/agosto 2026
Me inspira ternura la serenidad y la confianza con la que se alimentan las ovejas. En… Más detalles
W. Paul Jones | Leer Isaiah 55:10-13
One of the saddest sins is boredom—taking things for granted. The cliché phrases are familiar: If you’ve seen one sunset, you have seen them all. Ocean, flowers, whatever. Been there, done that. Nothing new under the sun.
Six months ago a dear friend was told he had six months to...
On this day in 1822, Percy Bysshe Shelley, brilliant, adventuresome, carefree, lyric poet, died at age thirty in a sailing accident. O Holy Spirit, how can it be that a poet so much in love with your creation didn’t suspect that it was you who was stirring the sails of his restless soul? Ignite us, as you did him, to the “Skylark” “Cloud,” “Night,” and “West Wind.” Amen.
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