When Poetry Is At Its Best | Art by John McCormick

Many people of faith feel a desire to speak about that which is most precious to them, about that which has transformed their lives, that which they feel has liberated them. Yet that needs to be contrasted with the concern that every time we speak of that source, that place of liberation, we somehow do […]

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Elegy on Toy Piano By Dean Young

You don’t need a pony to connect you to the unseeable or an airplane to connect you to the sky. Necessary it is to love to live and there are many manuals but in all important ways one is on one’s own. You need not cut off your hand. No need to eat a bouquet. […]

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Nay, we honor no kings without kingdoms

Nay, we honor no kings without kingdoms; nor hear the sound of harps save when the strings are plucked by hands; nor do we see a child playing in our olive grove as if he were a young olive tree. And all words must needs rise from lips of flesh, or else we deem each […]

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What is a poet?

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again;” that is as much as […]

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What if you slept…

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then? Poem by Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Painting, Chalk […]

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On Children by Kahlil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.” And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to […]

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Original Poem: Benjamin

Benjamin God has only seen what I have I seen. Time is still but spread like tiny toes stretched in blissful relief. My mind is nowhere but there and here and elsewhere yet, perched alongside my dear, of what has only brought  contemplation. Soon my love, rejoicing betides …soon. Turri|Design© … Above painting by San […]

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