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A poem for autumn

Good poetry is always in season.

Hurrahing in Harvest

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise 
  Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour 
  Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier 
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? …

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From sunlight to song

We drove home from Nutter’s Ice Cream in an unforgettable evening light. Daughter exclaimed at the frozen explosion in the west, issuing a red-pink brilliance so thick it seemed like the sun had literally rested on that corner of Jefferson…

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On Mother's Day

This post is a little off topic for this blog, but since it's apropos to the weekend, here goes.

Mother’s Day must be awkward for some pastors. Always falling on Sunday, it begs to be acknowledged, but how should a…

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Poetry for such a weekend

This morning's soundtrack consisted of highway noise, a stirring son, and the call of our neighbor's rooster. If you've lived near a rooster, you know he doesn't just crow once to tell you the sun is rising. He crows to…

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A poem for Daylight Savings

This week in March, three hundred eighty-seven years ago, a country parson in England finished his race with Time. Shortly before, he had given his unpublished poetry to a friend. That country parson was George Herbert, and his poetry, published…

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Poem for a birthday

The poetry of Christina Rossetti doesn’t tower like that of some others in the British tradition, but it has a pointed strength nonetheless. My eyes fell on her short “A Birthday” in early 2018. 

My heart is like a singing

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A poem for Epiphany

 

Journey of the Magi

by T. S. Eliot

‘A cold coming we had of it, 
Just the worst time of the year 
For a journey, and such a long journey: 
The ways deep and the weather sharp, 
The very dead…

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On Mother's Day

On Mother's Day, a rose in hand was laid 
For her whose years were fewer but by one 
Than all the fingers round the rose that played. 
At once she saw not rose but reed, and sun; 
And water at…

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The Cross Taught All Wood to Resound His Name

It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun's light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, calling out with a

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