“In the respects in which the soul is unlike God, it is also unlike itself.” St. Bernard You were born a poet, slow to affiliations otherwise. You do not belong but to elements and instincts, just the basics, in a place, embodied, of a home and a small handful of people. You were familied, churched, […]
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One knows the fragrant page of an old book, the reliable creak in the wooden floor, the wobbly traverse of a cobblestone street, the flow off the edge of an eavestrough. One can see into a dusty sunbeam, the waddle of the train, the bleat of the lamb, a groan in the mast, the lightening […]