UNFEIGNED PLACE

“Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush a fire with God, but only he who sees takes off his shoes. The rest sit around plucking blackberries.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Paradoxically, poetry is an expression of the fact that there are great things that are inexpressible. There is no one-to-one correspondence between the depths of human experience and the capacities of language to capture that experience. There are experiences that go beyond the ability of language to express them.

For the poet, this limitation of language does not produce silence; it produces poetry. Poetry is a kind of verbal resistance to the impenetrability of human experience. The poet will at least try. – j. piper

 

 

E S S E Q U A M V I D E R I

About ten years ago I had this phrase scrawled in every notebook I owned. I would write it on my hand, doodle it on napkins in restaurants, think about it whilst sitting in traffic. I came across it again recently and it has stoked something within just as it did all those years ago. ‘Esse quam videri’ means “to be rather than to appear to be”. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + One might say that it is more difficult to live this out in a social media driven age, but I believe it has always been difficult and it always will be, because human nature loves to preen, to control, and human nature will be around as long as we are. Resisting the daily temptation to construct an appeasing exterior, giving yourself space and courage to confront the ugly within is a fight worth fighting, a wrestle worth wrestling, a grapple worth grappling, because true freedom is the fruit. + + + + + +. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + I am not there yet, but I’m committed to the wrestle. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + “The Pharisee within usurps my true self whenever I prefer appearances to reality, whenever I am afraid of God, whenever I surrender the control of my soul to rules rather than risk living in union with Jesus, when I choose to look good and not be good.” – Brennan Manning

 

– b. ligertwood

Breath of ocean air 

We Are Young

Now we’re wispy versions of our mothers

Flimsy versions of our fathers

A generation lost in ourselves

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Ruthless Trust

“The splendor of a human heart that trusts it is loved unconditionally gives God more pleasure than Westminster Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel, Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony”, Van Gogh’s “Sunflowers”, the sight of 10,000 butterflies in flight, or the scent of a million orchids in bloom. Trust is our gift back to God, and he finds it so enchanting that Jesus died for love of it.” – B. Manning