The Sound of Easter

Hope, yes, and victory too. But also a longing – the ever-present not yet – that pierces the soul.

'What the Bird Said Early in the Year'

A poem by C.S. Lewis to break the spell

‘Our little systems have their day’

Selections from Tennyson from the poet for bruised believers.

Advent: Waiting in the Dark

Resources for those who wait upon the light in the darkness

'Often the Dying Ask for a Map'

Poem by B.H. Fairchild, published in Image Journal

'Let's not be sentimental about beauty.'

James K.A. Smith on Beauty, Gregory of Nyssa, and a quietly stunning poem.

'After reading our daughter's poem'

'the tiniest bird fell from above them, where it belonged, to land below them, where it did not.'

Book Notes: Klara & The Sun

Post-reading impressions on Kazuo Ishiguro's "Klara & The Sun."

The Thing Itself

You cannot contemplate everything, all at once, all the time. But you can enjoy it.