I can wade grief

Here is a poem by Emily Dickinson, American poet  : The Test     by Emily Dickinson I can wade grief, Whole pools of it, — I ‘m used to that. But the least push of joy Breaks up my feet, And I tip — drunken. Let no pebble smile, ‘T was the new liquor, — That wasContinue reading “I can wade grief”

Building Facades

  I’m taking “façade” in its most literal sense:  the face of a building. These are some facades that intrigue me: Pontalba building, New Orleans Louisiana USA   Tudor façade, Chester  UK façade of a McDonald’s,  Georgia Tour Vegetal,  Nantes, France And finally, here is the medieval façade of the west front of Salisbury Cathedral,Continue reading “Building Facades”

Courage to Speak, Humility to Listen

No valuing of humility in evidence in the September 26 debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.  I think of Mohandas Gandhi  and Desmond Tutu, and  I weep.   Here’s a passage from the writings of Parker Palmer, and a poem by Marge Piercy. These appeared on the podcast “On Being.” “If we value thingsContinue reading “Courage to Speak, Humility to Listen”

Unfinished Symphonies

Karl Rahner, the great twentieth century Jesuit theologian, once said: “In the torment of the insufficiency of everything attainable, we finally learn that here in this life all symphonies must remain unfinished.” He’s not the only one. Henry Ward Beecher, nineteenth century American clergyman, abolitionist, and brother of Harriet Beecher Stowe, observed:     <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unfinished/”>Unfinished</a&gt;Continue reading “Unfinished Symphonies”

“A word is worth one coin; silence, two.”

How ironic!   I can talk on and on about the word silence! So many songs, so many poems, so many associations! However, I’ve decided to talk about Chaim Potok’s novel, The Chosen. It was first published in 1967, but the themes of the story are timeless. The novel is set in New York at theContinue reading ““A word is worth one coin; silence, two.””

Fragile Jelly

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fragile/”>Fragile</a&gt; About thirteen years ago, I lost the central vision in my left eye. Three surgeries couldn’t repair it.  My other eye compensates, but this event has caused me to value my eyes more than I ever did before. Here is one of the poems I wrote on the subject.  In Shakespeare’s King Lear, Continue reading “Fragile Jelly”

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