Good Friday In her poem “Good Friday,” Christina Rossetti laments that she responds to Christ’s death like a stone, not a faithful sheep. Why can’t she be like the women who wept at the foot of the cross, or Peter who wept for his betrayal, or the sun and the moon that hid their faces? […]
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Strike My Heart So the Tears Will Flow
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Apples That Taste of Earth and Song
Apples bring out poetic creativity, all the more so because the West has seen them as the forbidden fruit. I share here a selection of tempting apple poems.
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White House Assaulters & Goblin Market
“Goblin Market” seems only to relevant these days given the violence against women incidents emerging from the White House.
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Love Came Down at Christmas
People ask for physical miracles so that they may believe. Christina Rossetti points out that Jesus gave us something far more miraculous: divine love.
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Here Is No Water but Only Rock
Dry rocks have functioned as images of spiritual desolation throughout the history of Good Friday poetry.
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Who Has Seen the Wind?
Christina Rossetti’s “Who Has Seen the Wind?” is about the Holy Spirit.
Weeping, We Hold Him Fast Tonight
Christina Rossetti invokes Jesus’ parable of the ten virgins awaiting the bridegroom in this Advent poem.
There Is No Friend Like a Sibling
My sons’ special friendship brings to mind Laura and Lizzie’s friendship in “Goblin Market.”
Love Saith, “Be with Me Where I Am”
A Christina Rossetti poem about the massacre of the innocents looks for solace for such tragedies in Christ’s love.
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