The most central truth to the creation account is that this world is a place for God's presence.
Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.
Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, and there are words not made with lungs.
Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shall take comfort and turn to gems and wrongs repent to diadems Even thy deaths shall live and new dress the soul that once they slew.
And they beat. The women for having known them and no more, no more; the children for having been them but never again. They killed a boss so often and so completely they had to bring him back to life to pulp him one more time. Tasting hot mealcake among pine trees, they beat it away. Singing love songs to Mr. Death, they smashed his head. More than the rest, they killed the flirt whom folks called Life for leading them on.
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Death is not cold and frightful. Death is the sun in all its powerful intensity.
The child is an enigma… He has the highest potentialities, but we do not know what he will be.