len on June 23rd, 2016

Sometimes called “the oddest inkling,” mentor and friend of CS Lewis. I discovered this introduction to his poetic work, “Taliessen Through Logres.” “Read Taliessin through Logres straight through from beginning to end, as Charles Williams designed it. Lewis, surprisingly, missed the poetry, narrative, logical, and spiritual structure of this book in his commentary in Arthurian […]

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len on March 3rd, 2016

To see what may be had by loss of having, To see what loss of time will make of seed In earth or womb, dark come to light, the saving Of what was lost in what will come –repaid In the visible pattern that will mark Whatever of the passing light is made. W. Berry, […]

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len on April 5th, 2015

When I was a boy, each week On Sunday, we would go to church And pay attention to the priest And he would read the Holy Word. And consecrate the holy bread And everyone would kneel and bow Today the only difference is Everything is holy now. Everything, everything, Everything is holy now . . […]

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len on April 3rd, 2015

VI Image of God, we say, and image of the world: Eve, sorrowing, and blest-for-all-of-mankind, Mary (Ruth-like in the fields, hopeful in the reaped wheat To glean the grace of her promised pain), And Jesus, like a mother at the town’s dark side Stretched with pain of making, and of making Man, Who taught us […]

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len on April 1st, 2015

He blesses every love which weeps and grieves And now he blesses hers who stood and wept And would not be consoled, or leave her love’s Last touching place, but watched as low light crept Up from the east. A sound behind her stirs A scatter of bright birdsong through the air. She turns, but […]

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len on March 31st, 2015

When Mary Magdalene Saw Christ at dawn In the tomb-haunted grove She thought he was The gardener Then saw he was the Christ. But still she was mistaken Not seeing that The gnarled, deep-rooted olives, The flowers in the rock, The rock itself Were rooted in his flesh. For Christ was gardener of that place […]

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len on February 16th, 2015

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may […]

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len on December 20th, 2014

“Into the Darkest Hour,” a poem by Madeleine L’Engle It was a time like this, War & tumult of war, a horror in the air. Hungry yawned the abyss — and yet there came the star and the child most wonderfully there. It was time like this of fear & lust for power, license & […]

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