Good stuff as always. I had never connected those parts of East Coker with such an underappreciated part of living for God, to step emptily into the abyss of not having.
The poem reminded me most of The Cloud of Unknowing -- to discover the limits of human faith and hope and love in the wrong things, to discover their true definitions in the pain of the void
Fantastic. So much here, so I can't wait to read this a million times.
My initial reaction was a pang of grief for my many students who tell me that they put up Christmas trees in their bedrooms in late September. The hunger for richness and meaning is palpable, but they've never learned to wait.
Good stuff as always. I had never connected those parts of East Coker with such an underappreciated part of living for God, to step emptily into the abyss of not having.
The poem reminded me most of The Cloud of Unknowing -- to discover the limits of human faith and hope and love in the wrong things, to discover their true definitions in the pain of the void
Beautifully put. I hadn’t thought about The Cloud of Unknowing as related to this, but you’re exactly right. True definitions in the pain of the void.
Thank you for this, Ross
Such a beautiful and aptly worded article. I appreciated the lens of poetry that you approached this topic with. Thank you for sharing!
This is a gorgeous article. Came at a perfect time, will be adding this to my Lenten reflection. Thank you.
Fantastic. So much here, so I can't wait to read this a million times.
My initial reaction was a pang of grief for my many students who tell me that they put up Christmas trees in their bedrooms in late September. The hunger for richness and meaning is palpable, but they've never learned to wait.
Thanks man. Yes! Seasons are good!
Beautiful; thank you.