<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[clphotojournalism]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fount of Flow]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2026 08:14:02 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.fountofflow.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[There is a comfort]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is a comfort in knowing a Love, which even for me has been reserved. I could wander the crags, of a life lived in rags, and still my riches would be preserved. I could stray from the pack, and belonging I would lack, but His Love would not cease to flow, into my soul which He harkens, as hope dwindles and darkens, and my Heart could not be more known. There is a comfort in knowing a Love, which requires no purchase or worth. I can stumble and suffer, yet freely I shall offer, my Heart...]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/there-is-a-comfort</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecdec7b502c05c43b6e41f</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 15:36:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_4b3252ebc4d2465882fb3d61314d23b5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Could faith survive conviction?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Could faith survive conviction, or does it require my doubt? For my endless thoughts and contracting mind yearn for trust amidst the drought. Could Christ's Love survive contentment, or does it require strife? For in moments of enduring trial, it's His peace I seek to find. Could the Spirit survive satisfaction, or does it require the mundane? For when banality creeps in I act upon what my soul craves. And could we, Lord, survive my surrender, or do You require my resistance? For if I...]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/could-faith-survive-conviction</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecdba9b502c05c43b6ddbc</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 15:27:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_289b5e6285f1496fb4c2bef6676d95c8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[There Is No Place To Be]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I die and the rise and fall of my chest has settled and stillness arrives, don't rush or haste, there's no place to be, simply sensing by my body's side. And when time has passed and you are ready to stand, take gentle and mindful steps. This isn't a race, there's no place to be, you can't yet go to where my soul left. For when darkness engulfs me I'll know I am home, as I can no longer be pulled into currents far from, the grace of God's Creation, as at last I shall be fulfilled. For...]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/there-is-no-place-to-be</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecd23204fc81dfe25c41b0</guid><category><![CDATA[Nature Imagery]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 14:44:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_65c73636a416420c9ccc8074b9aa51f2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Olive Tree]]></title><description><![CDATA[Give freely like the olive tree, whose fecundity is rife, whose fruits spring from its shoots, and oils bless new life, whose branches shade us from Sun's scorn, and trunks stand to witness strife. Give freely like the olive tree, its testament: His life.]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/the-olive-tree</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecdb5a04fc81dfe25c54c2</guid><category><![CDATA[Nature Imagery]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 15:19:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_e9163197fe734059b9a1bb803690d6da~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Seedling]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the sunlit corridors of His childhood,  did He hear His mother’s weeping? Did He drift off to creaks,  dust coating His feet, in the early hours of His sleeping? Did the suns rays,  which cast upon His face,  transluce in God His feeling; or did the olive tree harvest  pressed into oils harness the gift of His oppression and fearing? With trees bowing down,  thorns witnessing His crown  and Nazarene children jeering, did He seek out a solitude,  no Earth or Sky could protrude,  to hone the...]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/seedling</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecdb0192bd8ad88b6300a6</guid><category><![CDATA[Nature Imagery]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 15:17:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_f6a31cc5cabb47dca560e65b708c5c81~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lowly Sacrament]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tumble down The terrace steps, Into the misty, murky, cool, damp depths ​ Of rice paddies, Stacked in rows they peer, As stalk behind stalk holds sustenance dear. ​ As grey draws in And fog stoops down, I sit watching the growth of a grain well renowned ​ For feeding mouths, Moulding temples and shrines; Sacraments reared from lowly staples of mine. Vietnam, 2023]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/lowly-sacrament</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecd01742384749035eefaf</guid><category><![CDATA[Nature Imagery]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 14:32:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_4fc108550422468a92d2dd701faad72f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My time has not yet come]]></title><description><![CDATA[My time has not yet come, As Mary once hesitated. In the garden she mitsook You, Your voice her loving reinstated. My time has not yet come, As Thomas too has doubted, Your body is not here to touch, and Your bread the church has shrouded. My time has not yet come, With Mary I sit weeping. Too much to encompass, the rewards Your death is reaping. One day my time will come, When to me You're resurrected. No egoistic understanding, heart leading unprotected. And when my time shall come, I hope...]]></description><link>https://www.fountofflow.com/post/my-time-has-not-yet-come</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ecddcb04fc81dfe25c5993</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 15:32:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0d682e_0d19f03a26ad418c968ff2dbe1559965~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Lyddon</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>