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Continue reading →: The Hymn Project #1: BlessedBless-ed to know, LordBless-ed to seeBless-ed to realize your grace to me Poor in spirit, LordNo worth withinYet here Your Kingdom comes, to save from sin Mourning in life, LordIn but not of Yet I am comforted in Your great love In meekness struggling Upon this earth By this inheritance You give new birth …
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Continue reading →: SmoketrailSomething told me the candle could not burn Much longer; maybe it was how it leanedAgainst the darkness, its waxy teardropRunning softly down to join the othersTo pool in sad surrender, coalescingIn a form less stately, less triumphant,But with the swirls and eddies of its warLike battle-scars, still proudly calling out: “Here lies the…
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Continue reading →: Love WasI thought Love wasA sideways feeling, my heart reaching outLike a flower for the pane of sunlightLike a diver lunging for that sapphire gulp of airLike my mother’s hand at the bearded stranger’s glanceLike the warm doorway back home when the twilight falls“No, no,” I told myself, “it is time to grow up – it…
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Continue reading →: Psalm 102Hear now my prayer, O LordBring near my cry to YouTurn not Your face away from meAnd answer when I call My days dissolve like smokeMy heart is struck to earthA lonely sparrow on the roof,My name becomes a curse The ashes are my breadMy bitter tears my drinkAn evening shadow are my daysAnd long…
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Continue reading →: The Sayings of the Cross. “A crown of thorns, really? Do they have any idea what they are doing? The sign of futility and the curse God placed on the ground because of sin? There, now, it fits perfectly, at least when the thorns have pierced Your skin so it sits better. The purple drops of…
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Continue reading →: OnSometimesThere is a terrible wearinessThat comes over my heart:To slow, to drop my sword, to know again the peace of the still placeBut He says: “Not here, not now. The battle rages on. Keep the faith” SometimesThere is a great sadnessThat sweeps over my soul:To crumple beneath it, to drink…
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Continue reading →: WinterGlimpsed sight of her in a white ermine coatSlashing through the forest, eyes glintingSavagely at me, as if caught in something.She shuddered and took flight, calling outWildly, ruthless, a primitive cry that echoed Among the silent pines. A chill like a bladeWent through me, to hear her: “Hear now,Ye bondsmen: My time has come. FrozenShall…
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Continue reading →: To Hate with the Proper VigorLove, Hatred, and the Christian Life I am very conservative, but have never entirely fit in with the conservative crowd. This is partly because I am a Vogan. We are lone wolves by nature, preferring to take our chances with Nature rather than go along with the pack. It is…
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Continue reading →: Sans LoyThe Rule of Law and the Christian Life “His looke was sterne, and seemed still to threatCruell revenge, which he in hart did hyde,And on his shield Sans Loy in bloudie lines was dyde.” Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene Our nation has been reeling under an onslaught of violence and accusation. From…
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Continue reading →: So Divinely TallEnvy and the Christian Life There is a line in CS Lewis’s book That Hideous Strength where Jane is waiting for the Director and thumbing through a book that she feels slightly guilty about reading, when suddenly Camilla Denniston comes through the door. Jane turns crimson and becomes aware of…
Essays, poetry, meditations, and book reviews by Jeremy Vogan.
Jeremy Vogan
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