Found Words – St Teresa of Avila

February 27, 2011

“Cristo no tiene otro cuerpo
que el tuyo;
no tiene manos ni pies en la tierra,
excepto los tuyos.
Tuyos son los ojos a través de los cuales
El mira a este mundo con compasion.
Tuyas son las manos
con las que El bendice
a todo el mundo.”

“Christ has no body now on earth but yours,
no hands but yours,
no feet but yours,
yours are the eyes through which Christ’s compassion
is to look out to the earth,
yours are the feet by which He is to go about doing good
and yours are the hands by which He is to bless us now.”

– St Teresa of Avila



Found Music – Say Once More

February 25, 2011

Church Youth Group Throwback:

Founds Words/Found Music – David Gray

February 9, 2011

“This year’s love had better last
Heaven knows it’s high time
I’ve been waiting on my own, too long
When you hold me like you do
It feels so right, oh now
Start to forget how my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feelin’ like I can’t go on.”

This Year’s Love

Found Words – Amos Lee

February 8, 2011

– Violin

Found Words – Karma

February 8, 2011

“She in a rush to get close to me, but I ain’t eager…” – Llyod Banks

Found Music/Found Words – Ray LaMontagne

February 7, 2011

“Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still, don’t try
Don’t let your heart get heavy child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies

Don’t let your soul get lonely child
It’s only time, it will go by
Don’t look for love in faces, places
It’s in you, that’s where you’ll find kindness

Be here now, here now
Be here now, here now

Don’t lose your faith in me
And I will try not to lose faith in you
Don’t put your trust in walls
‘Cause walls will only crush you when they fall

Be here now, here now
Be here now, here now”

Be Here Now

Found Words – Kenneth Patchen

February 3, 2011

I’ve started reading a Kenneth Patchen poem every morning, so there may be a few of these. Oddly, this one reminded me of the relationship I have with my thesis…

“before your need
To find a passage out had brought you
Torture in the famine of a traitor’s love.”

– Dostoyevsky