Love is nails:
Blunt, thick, hammered through
The medial nerves of One
Who, having made us, knew
The thing He had done,
Seeing (with all that is)
Our cross, and His.
C. S. Lewis (Poems)
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thistle overlooking Ephesus |
comments from a conservative Christian perspective, sometimes on Oregon local and state issues
with thanks to A.E. Housman
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