Feeling the Cold?

Feeling the Cold?

I found Him not in world or sun, Or in eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye; Nor through the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun:…   A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason’s coldest part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up...
Elected

Elected

Though the mariner sees not the polestar, yet the needle of the compass which points to it tells him which way he sails: thus the heart that is touched with the loadstone of divine love, trembling with godly fear, and yet still looking towards God by fixed believing,...
Father’s Day

Father’s Day

Then, kneeling down to Heaven’s Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope “springs exulting on triumphant wing,” that thus they all shall meet in future days; there, ever bask in uncreated rays, no more to sigh, or shed the...
Where has he Gone?

Where has he Gone?

With many tears I went in search of him, Climbing high mountains which did still ascend, And gave me echoes when I called my friend; Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim, And high cathedrals where the light was dim, Through books and arts and works without an...