…love to one’s neighbour is not to be sung about – it is to be fulfilled in reality. Even if there were nothing else to hinder the poet from artistically celebrating love to one’s neighbour in song, it is quite enough that with invisible letters behind every word in Holy Scripture a disturbing notice confronts him – for there it reads: go and do likewise.
(Søren Kierkegaard, Works of Love)
Faith is no good if,
seeing yourself
in a morning mirror,
you walk into the day
and forget your own face.
Love is no good if,
taking, not giving,
you can say to your father
whose all is your own,
“Give me now what is mine.”
And poetry is no good
if you can walk to Jericho
and leave the stranger
lying, bleeding
beside the bleeding road.
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Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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