Working it Out: Growing Spiritually with the Poetry of George Herbert by Joseph Womack My rating: 4 of 5 stars I wanted to read more George Herbert. Check I wanted to understand it. Check (mostly) I wanted to learn about reading poetry. Solid start. I didn’t answer a single one of the devotional questions….
Frost Have you ever noticed that the clearest, bluest skies yield coldest days? A few puffy white clouds cling to the heavens but mostly the blue is unhindered. Shockingly, on our walk we’re pelted by pellets of sleet? of snow? Flakes flitter and fall with no evidence of their formation. Crystals balled up like a…
A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems, 1979-1997 by Wendell Berry This book has been in my bathroom for years – 5? 10? I don’t know, it has been a while. I would read an occasional poem here and there, but have been making a more concerted effort to do so in 2020. No star rating…
Paradise Lost by John Milton My rating: 4 of 5 stars More than a little hubris to “review” Paradise Lost. I am glad I listened to it while I followed along reading it … that kept me going with forward progress and not get bogged down in the details. It would be so easy to…
Shelter by Dawn Garrett A crystalline sky, definer of blue, February’s glimpse of deep breathed hue. Lackadasical, the wispy-white clouds saunter August-like portending no gloom. Down the forest path – a curious mix of mud here, ice there – the step slurps, snaps, cricks. A recent hard storm littered limbs and leaves, strewing evidence of…
If the Stars by Dawn Garrett If the stars could talk what would they say? I like to think they’d be friendly, passing on their way. Glory in light shining, effervescent and bubbly in community. with enthusiasm for acquiring the acquaintance of the other. They’d ask after one’s mother and how the family does. They’d…
Proclamation by Dawn Garrett We are told that the heavens declare the glory of God. Yet, transparent encircling air seems medium odd. When brightness brings to bear its presence praise doesn’t need aid ilum’ning aerial polutants or creation’s shade. The mornings dawn with oranges, pinks, rosy, reds, and golden light diffusing white which slowly slinks…
Cacophony by Dawn Garrett Teeming with confusion; the world called to origins ancient. The roads bustle in one direction by proclamation sent. Tempers flare. Exhaustion trudges at the pace as set in front. Identified as mere possession; selfish aggrandizement. Greeting, welcome, discourse Argument, curse, invective, yelling. Immobility for ass and horse. Impatience revealing. Rivers run…
I like my cover better than the one GoodReads assigned Murder in the Cathedral by T.S. Eliot My rating: 5 of 5 stars Own. I’ve never read any Eliot before and reading this does not dissuade me from reading more. I loved this. I didn’t get most or all of it, I’m sure, but the…
Last week I had you all ready for another quote from Norms and Nobility. Then, I was reading from Nancy Guthrie’s Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus, and found a quote I’ll probably use at some time because, whew, it’s dense with meaning and beautiful. But also long. Then, my copy of A Handbook to Morning Time…