Review: The Cruciform Way, Vol. 1

Author: Rev. Christopher Thoma Publisher: Angels' Portion Books I've been wanting to read The Cruciform Way for quite some time now, but I still had other books by the author to finish, so I hadn't gotten around to getting a copy. But I was blessed to have the author send me one, and I have …

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Poetry: Milton – When I consider how my light is spent

When I consider how my light is spent,   Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,   And that one talent which is death to hideLodged with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and present   My true account, lest He returning chide;   "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"I fondly ask. But Patience, to …

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Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutored youth,Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,Although she knows my days are past the best,Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:On both sides thus is simple …

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Poetry: Alexander – All Things Bright and Beautiful

It was recitation night, and I couldn’t speak. Have you ever done a recitation night? Honestly, I am unsure if such things happen in public schools. I was homeschooled, and at the first co-op we ever were a part of, they hosted a recitation night. It wasn’t new that year or anything; this was something …

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Poetry: Pound – In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:Petals on a wet, black bough.Pound One of my favorite poems, "In a Station of the Metro" is a piece of Imagist poetry depicting the briefest moment of time in crisp language and quick emotion. While I seldom like modernist poetry, this one has always fascinated me. Unlike …

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