“Goblin Market” seems only to relevant these days given the violence against women incidents emerging from the White House.
People ask for physical miracles so that they may believe. Christina Rossetti points out that Jesus gave us something far more miraculous: divine love.
Dry rocks have functioned as images of spiritual desolation throughout the history of Good Friday poetry.
Christina Rossetti’s “Who Has Seen the Wind?” is about the Holy Spirit.
Christina Rossetti invokes Jesus’ parable of the ten virgins awaiting the bridegroom in this Advent poem.
My sons’ special friendship brings to mind Laura and Lizzie’s friendship in “Goblin Market.”
A Christina Rossetti poem about the massacre of the innocents looks for solace for such tragedies in Christ’s love.
Having taught British Fantasy Literature for the first time last semester, I need to think back on it before it becomes a distant memory. By reflecting publicly, I can share some of the insights I gained from the course. Two major things I learned are that (1) fantasy is an oppositional genre—by which I […]
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Spiritual Sunday Snow currently blankets southern Maryland as we enter the final days leading up to Christmas, making this the perfect time to print Christina Rossetti’s gorgeous poem, “In the Bleak Midwinter.” I love how it begins with hard and cold images and concludes with a simple gift of the heart. Although God is worshipped […]
Spiritual Sunday It has finally sunk in with me that my friend Alan will not recover from his cancer, and I find myself wrestling once again with the questions that arose after my son drowned. The biggest question, of course, is whether death is the end. Every Sunday in my Episcopal Church I claim that […]
