Category: Beauty, Nature, Psychology
This is one of my favorite stanzas (V) from Wordsworth’s romanticized poem, better known as “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.” This poetic paragraph takes for granted a biblical (or Platonic) pre-existence, which mourns the loss of a child’s vision of an ideal world fading away “into the light of common day,” in what feels like a Hebrew prayer:
Our birth is but a sleep and forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farthest from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
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Category: Literature, Morality, Philosophy, Psychology, Spiritual Formation, Suffering
I felt like Icarus, whose hubris led him to fly too close to sun, which melted wax on his shoulders, causing feathers to unfasten, and thus his hope of freedom to come crashing down like one of Zeus’s lightning bolts.
Category: Art, Literature, Music, Poetry, Prayers, Psychology, Spiritual Formation, Suffering, Theology
“Redeem and restore
What the locusts have eaten—
The schemes Satan’s woven,
Our innocence … stolen.”
Category: Morality, Philosophy, Psychology, Spiritual Formation, Theology
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