At the beginning of the Lenten season, I shared a poem I wrote a couple of years ago for a project a friend headed. This is another artistic reflection for that same project, only specifically written for Good Friday. I actually wrote this poem before being approached for this project, but I shared it there …
There is no Frigate like a BookTo take us Lands awayNor any Coursers like a PageOf prancing Poetry –This Traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of Toll –How frugal is the ChariotThat bears the Human Soul – Simple, elegant, and contained within itself. This poem lends itself to be what it instructs: a frugal chariot …
Continue reading Poetry: Dickenson – There is no Frigate like a Book
I walked a mile with Pleasure;She chatted all the way;But left me none the wiserFor all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow;And ne’er a word said she;But, oh! The things I learned from her,When Sorrow walked with me. Robert Browning Hamilton This compact and impactful poem leaves little to be discussed. …
Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea.
In the waiting and holding out in this bleak world, we find that we have hope and that we are not alone.
Madelyn Rose Craig 