tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28809213.post116347156506584310..comments2023-05-16T08:21:43.605-06:00Comments on iMinister: Religious ResourcesChristine Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28809213.post-1163743600535558192006-11-16T23:06:00.000-07:002006-11-16T23:06:00.000-07:00Thanks for the great start, Christine!Just today I...Thanks for the great start, Christine!<BR/><BR/>Just today I received a used copy of Rilke's Book of Hours in the mail, and it's a hearty meal with plenty to chew on.<BR/><BR/>Here's to much food for thought!<BR/><BR/>Mikaela<BR/>The Requestermjaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06150508559549092452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28809213.post-1163740736106461942006-11-16T22:18:00.000-07:002006-11-16T22:18:00.000-07:00Wow Wow Wow. Somehow, I never ran into that Milla...Wow Wow Wow. Somehow, I never ran into that Millay poem. I read the all of "Dirge Without Music," and copied it. Just the poem I needed to see right now, and will passing on to my father.<BR/><BR/>I will confess to using a particular poem in two different sermons. "I Saw in Louisiana A Live Oak Growing" by Whitman. I can't say enough about it, except that it comes to my mind at least once a year. Sometimes, once a month. "... and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space, Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near, I know very well I could not."Lizard Eaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04506056116023122414noreply@blogger.com