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Monday Morning Poetry

For this week’s installment of Monday Morning Poetry, I’d like to share William Shakespeare’s (1564–1616) “When in Disgrace with Fortune and Men’s Eyes”: When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my...

Monday Morning Poetry

Since we’re just coming out of the Easter season, for this week’s selection of Monday Morning Poetry, I have chosen “Most Glorious Lord of Life” by Edmund Spenser (1552–1599): Most glorious Lord of Life, that on this day Didst make thy triumph...

Monday Morning Poetry

Several years ago on a different blog I began a series of posts titled “Monday Morning Poetry.” Why? Well, 1) because I like poetry, and 2) because it felt right. I’m not sure I need a deeply philosophical reason for doing so. After all, it’s...

Reflections on Driving Past an Estate Sale

My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass. But you, O LORD, are enthroned forever; you are remembered throughout all generations (Psalm 102:11–12). Some months ago I drove past a sign emblazoned with the words “Estate Sale,” adorned with arrows...