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Justin’s Old Man
The final part of a series of posts on Justin Martyr. As the months since I read Justin pass, it’s the enigma of the Old Man that remains most strongly impressed on my memory. I’ve come to think that he is the key point around which both Justin’s biography and bibliography crystallizes. The central pillar…
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Justin’s Conversion
The much delayed conclusion to my look at Justin Martyr, other posts on Justin can be found here. A planned excursus on the identity of the Old Man has turned out to be more complex than I first thought, so I’m going to make that it’s own and truly final post. The story of Justin’s…
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Fellowship
When a feller hasn’t got a centAnd is feelin’ kind of blue,And the clouds hang thick and darkAnd won’t let the sunshine thro’,It’s a great thing, oh my brethren,For a feller just to layHis hand upon your shoulder in a friendly sort o’ way. It makes a man feel queerish,It makes the tear-drops start.And you…
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A Better Resurrection
I have no wit, no words, no tears;My heart within me like a stoneIs numb’d too much for hopes or fears;Look right, look left, I dwell alone;I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with griefNo everlasting hills I see;My life is in the falling leaf:O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf,My harvest…
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History Of The Enlightenment
Faith was a dream technologybut one we couldn’t master, or do coldand it soon became equivocal again.Mountains got moved by money or the lashand we started to insult faithas if it might be piqued and after allkick in that sacred phase-shiftwhere cancers vanish, and thegolden brown in their antique clothesenlarge from photograph size, walkingtoward us,…
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A Brief Note on Method
Socrates: I cannot help feeling, Phaedrus, that writing is unfortunately like painting; for the creations of the painter have the attitude of life, and yet if you ask them a question they preserve a solemn silence. And the same may be said of speeches. You would imagine that they had intelligence, but if you want…
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Christmas Eve
Christmas has a darknessBrighter than the blazing noon,Christmas has a chillnessWarmer than the heat of June,Christmas has a beautyLovelier than the world can show:For Christmas bringeth Jesus,Brought for us so low. Earth, strike up your music,Birds that sing and bells that ring;Heaven has answering musicFor all angels soon to sing:Earth, put on your whitestBridal robe…
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I started Early – Took my Dog
I started Early – Took my Dog –And visited the Sea –The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me – And Frigates – in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands –Presuming Me to be a Mouse –Aground – opon the Sands – But no Man moved Me – till the TideWent past my simple Shoe –And past my Apron – and…
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The Meaning of Existence
Everything except language knows the meaning of existence. Trees, planets, rivers, time know nothing else. They express it moment by moment as the universe. Even this fool of a body lives it in part, and would have full dignity within it but for the ignorant freedom of my talking mind. Les Murray
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Predawn in Health
The stars are filtering through a tree outside in the moon’s silent era. Reality is moving layer over layer like crystal spheres now called laws. The future is right behind your head; just over all horizons is the past. The soul sits looking at its offer. Les Murray
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