Tag Archives: Christ

My Mother’s God by Geoff Page

My mother’s God has written the best of the protestant proverbs: you make the bed you lie in it; God helps him who helps himself. He tends to shy away from churches, is more to be found in phone calls … Continue reading

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Death by George Herbert

Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder groans: Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing. For we considered thee as at some six Or ten years hence, After the … Continue reading

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The Sphinx by Oscar Wilde

(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise … Continue reading

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