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Cate MacDonaldPoetryFormation
Midway this way of life we’re bound upon, I woke to find myself in a dark wood, Where the right way was wholly lost and gone. Canto 1:1-
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I AM, the holy smoking fire, Burns bright on Sinai's awful height; And tremors from His words of might Split wide the earth and shake the pyre Where
Keith E. BuhlerPoetry
The Ox said to the Ass, said he, all on a Christmas night: "Do you hear the pipe of the shepherds a-whistling over the hill? That is the
Keith E. BuhlerPoetry
Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow) I see a glory in the stable grow Which, with the ox’s dullness might at length Give me an ox’
Keith E. BuhlerPoetry
The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on
Keith E. BuhlerPoetry
TS Eliot, from Four Quartets: "The wounded surgeon plies the steel That quesions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer'
Matthew Lee AndersonPoetry
I think this poem goes along well with Dorothy Sayers' "Why Work?" and is a clear statement of the Christian understanding of work. The author is Henry
Keith E. BuhlerPoetryScience
This question has puzzled theists for millenia, and its atheistic equivalent, "Why is there something rather than nothing?" has puzzled everyone else for equally as long. Augustine says,
Matthew Lee AndersonPoetryTheology and Practice
Update: the rather humorous spelling error is fixed. Thanks, Jim! Today is Ash Wednesday, one of my favorite days in the church calendar. When I turned twenty-four this January,
Keith E. BuhlerPoetry
I had a birthday last week, and, as a part of the evening celebration, took a moment to "zoom out" on my life. The psalmist reminds us that
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From Elizabeth Barrett Browning's The Seraphim: Ador: Weep? Weep blood,All women, all men!He sweated it, He,For your pale womanhoodAnd base manhood. AgreeThat these water-tears,
Keith E. BuhlerPoetry
I was talking to Matt at his fiance's house, conversing on the nature of talk. I said nothing not brought to discussion is ever remembered or well understood.