Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home! Twilight […]
God rid me of God. God rid me of God. Of the smallness of that which I comprehend. Of the arrogance to believe that I see clearly That these answers I hold so dearly could be just another notch on this belt of my own insecurity. They may help to hold up my pants but […]
SUFFERING PRAYER: T.S. ELIOT, HIS POETRY AND HIS CHRISTIANITY Barry Spurr ABC RELIGION AND ETHICS 21 MAR 2012 T.S. ELIOT’S “CHRISTIAN” POETRY SPEAKS AS STRONGLY TO THE CONTEMPORARY WORLD AS HIS EARLIER NIHILISTIC WORKS BECAUSE HE NEVER IMAGINES THAT RELIGIOUS BELIEF MAKES LIFE OR ACCEPTING ONESELF EASIER. By the time that T.S. Eliot, aged 39, […]
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; […]
A great modern hymn, unfortunately not so well-known: Great God your love has called us here as we, by love, for love were made. Your living likeness still we bear though marred, dishonoured, disobeyed. ~~ We come, with all our heart and mind, your call to hear, your love to find. We come with self-inflicted […]
At Carnegie Hall, gospel singer Wintley Phipps delivers perhaps the most powerful rendition of Amazing Grace ever recorded. * He says, “A lot of people don’t realize that just about all Negro spirituals are written on the black notes of the piano. * ¢â‚¬Å“Probably the most famous on this slave scale was written by John Newton, who […]
An Australian Hymn To The Tune* Of Waltzing Matilda (Waltzing Matilda is Australian slang for journeying on foot with one ¢â‚¬â„¢s bundle of personal belongings (a matilda) slung over the shoulder.) Once a ghostly swagman camped by our billabongs under the shade of our old gum trees. And he sang as he watched and […]
(Chesterton’s gratitude for the gift of existence): “By the Babe Unborn” by G.K. Chesterton If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking pale, If a fixed fire hung in the air To warm me one day through, If deep […]
Silence is golden. That’s what he said, Enabling people to listen and think. To listen to others or listen to God, To think about life and to ponder in peace. But this is when silence is there by request, Not forced upon you in anger or fear. Angry silence. Words left unsaid. The pain of […]
By Harry T. Cook 11/19/10 When angst over the spiraling costs of higher education gets the better of college and university administrations, the humanities frequently end up taking the hindmost. Deans and faculties under pressure to recruit and keep students ponder such otherwise tabooed questions in academe as: “Who needs to know about ‘Moby Dick’ […]