First they came for the gods, but I wasn’t one, so…
He adds, “In an essay called ‘The Empty Universe,’ C. S. Lewis, who understood intimately the cultural effects of the assumptions undergirding modern science, observed:’At the outset the universe appears packed with will, intelligence, life and positive qualities. . . . [Yet] [t]he advance of knowledge gradually empties this rich and genial universe: first of its gods, then of its colours, smells, sounds and tastes, finally of solidity itself as solidity was imagined. . . . The same method which has emptied the world now proceeds to empty ourselves. The masters of the method soon announce that we were just as mistaken (and mistaken in much the same way) when we attributed “souls,” or “selves” or “minds” to human organisms, as when we attributed Dryads to the trees. . . .’
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Auld Lang Syne
Traditional lyric adapted for my siblings
We six have run about the hills
and pulled the daisies fine,
but slowed to grey and weary foot
since days of auld lang syne.
Though we have waded in the creek
from morning sun till nine,
the seas between us swelled and cried
since days of auld lang syne.
But here’s my hand though old and sore
and ease your hand to mine,
we’ll drink those cups of kindness sure
and laugh of auld lang syne.
Bluebird (for Barbara)
You hate to give or get a hollow gift?
Well, hollow gifts are gifts bereft of flesh
and imprecise. The bluebird’s sudden flit
beside your road, though slight, was – yes-
my flesh: I am your bird, theophanous!
No blue is much too blue to be the blue
of heaven, nor is any bird who flew
not Jesus’ kiss. To be a Jesus kiss
the bird just needs to be for you: for you
He would not flesh or fly a hollow gift.
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