THE ONLY THING WE REQUIRE TO BE GOOD PHILOSOPHERS IS THE FACULTY OF WONDER. Babies have this faculty. That is not surprising. After a few short months in the womb they slip out into a brand-new reality. But as they grow up the faculty of wonder seems to diminish. Why is this? Do you know?…
Diary
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…
I saw that the meaning of life…
I saw that the meaning of life was to make a living, its goal to become a councilor, that the rich delight of love was to acquire a well-to-do girl, that the blessedness of friendship was to help each other in financial difficulties, that wisdom was whatever the majority assumed it to be, that enthusiasm…
Justin Martyr: We who formerly…
We who formerly…valued above all things the acquisition of wealth and possession, now bring what we have into a common stock, and communicate to everyone in need; we had hated and destroyed one another, and on account of their different manners would not live with men of a different tribe, now since the coming of…
Early Christians and Their Deluded, Prurient Love
But Romans frequently criticized the Christian emphasis on love as somehow a little deluded and perhaps prurient, suggesting that followers of the Jesus Way made it known that theirs was a path of love. Early Christians insisted that love–not rationality or politics or even virtue–was the primary bond between God and humans beings. Love was…
Perichoresis: The Eternal Divine Dance
Key to understanding Moltmann’s ecclesiology is to grasp his concept of the social trinity. The ecclesiology that he proposes, and that I take up in my book, is a “relational ecclesiology,” and he gets there by beginning with a concept of the godhead that is fundamentally relational. For Moltmann, God is relationship — primarily the…
A photograph: Original Poem by Jeramy Mohler
A photograph I am lonely in my portrait. For I am exposed to the light of a dim god. Her light illuminates my darkness; The cracks and the creases left by disappointment and regret. his shutter silent, like that of the distant tide at the moment it receeds. In my moment of capture Nothing is…
Dobby Gibson’s Titles Left Unpoemed
1. Colonial Voice-over 2. When That I had Bus-Stop Patience 3. Go Deep 4. A New Category of Response to Beautiful Women 5. I Am the Stringer, I Am the Strung 6. The 90-Percent-Solution Solution 7. Ode to Emancipated Minors 8. Real Falling 9. From Book XVI: The Lingerie Wars 10. Why Me Poet 11….
La Comparsa En Oriente by Thomas Merton
Drums of the early evening wake The mountain full of ore, and the canebrake. Up at Cobre tall tambores call One who rings gangarias with a nail, One with feathers for sleeves, One whose arms are birds, One with a mouth full of great fires And lights instead of words. Excerpt of La Comparsa En…
New Poem: Love’s Dawning Day
Love’s Dawning Day for Natalie Why your hair blows and drifts, smells of sweet perfume, or your eyes turn to smile, just then you planned descent daylights dawning, golden luster, starved for embrace, you by my side. A daunting derelict hour, love’s unrelenting pace. A mystery bound in a lovers gaze, a hearts lace holds…