We miss the light, we lose ourselves in lies,
We never reach the heart of anything,
Unless we turn to meet His searching eyes,
Who meets us in the midst of everything
Malcolm’s twitter
- RT @NPGLondon: “Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honour.” Born #onthisday in 1772 was poet Samuel Taylor Cole… 2 hours ago
- Your glittering eye taught mine to pierce the veil, To let his light transfigure all my seeing, To serve the shapin… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 3 hours ago
- But I am glad To stop with you and start again, to live From that pure source, the all-renewing stream, Whose livin… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 5 hours ago
- RT @TheWomanfredi: @malcolmguite Quite! https://t.co/4LPk0mScZ0 5 hours ago
- @TheWomanfredi Well I’d much rather have the curate’s biscuit than the curate’s egg: ‘good in parts my lord’ 6 hours ago
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Malcolm Guite · Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
