Because everyone loves a good story
If you’ve been eagerly awaiting an article about Indiana Jones, I’m afraid this week may leave you disappointed. That article is still in the works.
If, however, you’re in the mood for some encouragement, a short teaser trailer for the next post, and a beautiful song, then you’re in luck! I’ve got just what you’re looking for.
What love is this of Thine that cannot be In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined, Unless it in Thy very person see Infinity and finity conjoined? With this beautiful, mind-bending question, Edward Taylor begins his poem “Meditation 1.1.” His wit, wordplay, and sincere devotion…
“Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee.” So begins a poem that may not be, at first glance, a very cheerful one. After all, the first half of the poem is addressed to Despair itself, describing it as dead, putrefying flesh—a…
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