Originally posted on AnOpenOrthodoxy: The pages of my copy of Hart’s The Beauty of the Infinite are like the layers of a Monet landscape, comments on top of comments scribbled in various mediums (pink and yellow highlighter, pencil, black ink, blue ink – whatever was nearby) from multiple visits made to re-read its wonderful reflections. Just…
All shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well By the purification of the motive In the ground of our beseeching. TS Eliot, FOUR QUARTETS – Little Gidding III (For the 1st entry in this series see: To Hell With Them? – Part 1) From the outset I must make it […]
Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, to sins of will, Defects of doubt and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet, That not one life shall be destroy’d, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made […]