Baffled to Fight Better

The place for the comforter is not that of one who preaches, but of the comrade who says nothing, but prays to God about the matter. The biggest thing you can do for those who are suffering is not to talk platitudes, not to ask questions, but to get into contact with God, and the

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Sometimes, perhaps, the spiritual blood runs slow,

And soft along the veins of will doth flow, Seeking God’s arteries from which it came. Or does the etherial, creative flame Turn back upon itself, and latent grow?– It matters not what figure or what name, If thou art in me, and I am not to blame. GM

It must be, somewhere in my fluttering tent,

Strange creatures, half tamed only yet, are pent— Dragons, lop-winged birds, and large-eyed snakes! Hark! through the storm the saddest howling breaks! Or are they loose, roaming about the bent, The darkness dire deepening with moan and scream?— My Morning, rise, and all shall be a dream. GM

But, like a virtuous medicine, self-diffused

Through all men’s hearts thy love shall sink and float; Till every feeling false, and thought unwise, Selfish, and seeking, shall, sternly disused, Wither, and die, and shrivel up to nought; And Christ, whom they did hang ‘twixt earth and skies, Up in the inner world of men arise. GM

Through all the fog, through all earth’s wintery sighs,

I scent Thy spring, I feel the eternal air, Warm, soft, and dewy, filled with flowery eyes, And gentle, murmuring motions everywhere— Of life in heart, and tree, and brook, and moss; Thy breath wakes beauty, love, and bliss, and prayer, And strength to hang with nails upon thy cross. GM

Christ is risen!

The Last Supper

Read the story here. 2 renditions by Durer (click on image to enlarge);

The Eloi

Troubled soul, thou art not bound to feel, but thou art bound to arise. God loves thee whether thou feelest or not. Thou canst not love when thou wilt, but thou art bound to fight the hatred in thee to the last. Try not to feel good when thou art not good, but cry to

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