Denial

[I was reminded of this, one of my all-time favourite poems, by today's Gospel reading, Luke 18:1–8.] When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast was full of fears And disorder: My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow, Did fly asunder: Each took…

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Epiphany Eliot

Here's a treat for the Epiphany season: a recording of T.S. Eliot reading his Journey of the Magi. There is something wonderful about the grimness of the seemingly tangential reality of the journey, the pointed pun, and the focus on ... oh, hear and read it yourself. It helps to understand that focus to know…