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)
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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