So, what we're asking is that you consider giving Relief for Christmas Twelfth Night (Jan.6, Epiphany, the namesake of the Twelve Days of Christmas). We'll keep the print version available at the pre-sale price of $11.47 a little longer, and we also have the eBooks for only $4.99 (those you can get for Dec. 25th). Either one would make a great gift and set you right with the cosmos1 to begin the new year.
Immensity cloistered in thy dear wombe Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment, There he hath made himselfe to his intent Weake enough, now into our world to come
Did I cry for help? Did I run inside to get someone? No, I stood there, looking at her, on the ground, unmoving.
But then I came to this great truth: I don’t want to live in eternity; I enjoy living in time. I cling to story, to memory.
The best poetry can hope for, I think, is to open us to presence. This is why I am so interested in religious poetry, which, in the best cases, opens us to the presence of God, to the mysterion.