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Trusting the Gift Within

Merwin’s “Gift” helps us understand the meaning of Advent.

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Maybe Death Is as Soft as Feathers

In her poem “White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field,” Mary Oliver finds a reassuring image of death.

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