On False and True Virtue.
PRAYER BEFORE MEDITATION.
My God, I firmly believe that Thou art here present. I acknowledge that on account of my many sins I am utterly unworthy to appear before Thy sacred countenance. 2,243 more words
I’ve been rereading The Four Quartets. What a glorious set of poems–and perfect for me to read today. Today was one of those days which I think everyone has–the kind of day where nothing has gone wrong at all, but for some reason you just feel deeply and unsettlingly not at home (and by this I do not mean Arizona or North Carolina, I mean a state of not-at-home-ness, feeling in a foreign land). 578 more words