The Fiddling Wood
I came upon this powerful poem a few days ago. Take the time to read it slowly. It is a master-piece. The Fiddling Wood by Stephen Vincent Benet Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over the rough crest of the hairy wood…
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Listen to this song here. My life is now in the hands of those who know my crime They stare at me with their hungry eyes Pious words from their lips hide a bitter rage We share a crime that’s now all mine Please let me live This just isn’t fair You are guilty like…
Continue readingWe Do Not Lose Heart
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since…
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The miracle of the appropriateness of the language of mathematics for the formulation of the laws of physics is a wonderful gift which we neither understand nor deserve. We should be grateful for it and hope that it will remain valid in future research and that it will extend, for better or for worse, to…
Continue readingThin Places
The concept of “Thin Places” fascinates me. The definition of a “thin place” is “a place where the boundary between heaven and earth is especially thin. It’s a place where we can sense the divine more readily.”* This was an important concept to Celtic Christians. For the Roman church, the place to meet God was,…
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