Jesus of the Scars

Jesus of the Scars

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now; Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow, We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.   The heavens frighten us; they are too calm; In all the universe we have no place....
Risky learning

Risky learning

I stepped from Plank to Plank, A slow and cautious way. The Stars about my head I felt, About my Feet the Sea.  I knew not but the next Would be my final inch – This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.   Emily Dickinson...