Although I’ve just taken my first step, I’m already doing it wrong, not straight-and-narrow enough, so he fumbles at my soul, the revenant divinity, corrects my pigeon-toes with iron braces so I might walk the straight-and-narrow upright, stunning the nascent, twisted soul of my legs by degrees.
In The World of Silence, Max Picard quotes Goutran de Procius’s Kablina, where he sums up so lucidly the duality of silence, that tension between rapture and fear familiar to anyone that chooses to spend long periods of immersion in silence. 256 more words
I’ve tried to eliminate the obsession. (Which one?) I’ve tried to push it out of my life. (Good job, nice try.) The tragic reality, the truth of the matter, (the cold, hard fact), is that there is really no avoiding the inevitable. 796 more words
This poem I’m sharing today is one I wrote as part of a class assignment in which we were to describe the emotions of an elderly Christian fearing death despite his or her beliefs about life after death. 291 more words
These are the first lines of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Aurora Leigh, a poem in nine books which was particularly beloved of Emily Dickinson. I’m just diving in to my copy, an 1884 printing of the 1859 text. 31 more words