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Imagine Yourself as a Living House

Imagine Yourself as a Living House

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He… Continue Reading

Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver

The American poet Mary Oliver, died this week. Her words inspired simplicity of life and appreciation of natural beauty. Her words transport readers to the essence of matters. Her symbols evoke memories of our animal nature in a wild, yet orchestrated environment. During her life she held high aspirations for her self that were outside… Continue Reading

Poem for Resurrection

Poem for Resurrection

Throughout our lives we experience endings, closure as well as unfinished business. This poem that metaphorically beautifully describes endings and new beginnings. With funerals this evokes feelings of returning to the earth. This poem does not directly reference resurrection. Rather Berry depicts a journey returning to the earth. A Purification At start of spring I open… Continue Reading

Late Ripeness, poem by Czeslaw Milosz

Late Ripeness, poem by Czeslaw Milosz

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer,… Continue Reading

Death, what are you?

Death, what are you?

Death, what are you? – I am the shadow of life. Death, of what are you born? – I am born of ignorance. Death, where is your abode? – My abode is in the mind of illusion. Death, do you ever die? – Yes, when pierced by the arrow of the seer’s glance. Death, whom… Continue Reading

The Old Elm Tree by the River

Shrugging in the flight of its leaves,it is dying. Death is slowly standing up in its trunk and branches like a camouflaged hunter. In the night I am wakened by one of its branches crashing down, heavy as a wall, and then lie sleepless, the world changed. That is life I know the country by.… Continue Reading