Your presence is needed. Hush. Stay. Show your love by letting them grieve.
But I reckon that eÞanðun can mix with Beowulf and Paradise Lost and not feel out of place.
The Chicago Manual of Style is not to blame for any of these trends. The editors’ decision does not shape as much as reflect our culture.
I found it to be profound and moving, the work of an author who is not lost in flights of fancy but who is deeply receptive to the world and its God.
Behind this type of play, though, is a genuine longing for beauty—a desire not only to appreciate the beautiful things one has seen or read or heard, but also to attempt to replicate them somehow.
Yet at times, if only for a moment, I feel the shadow over my days is transformed into pure spirit. Such thoughts give me a surprising sense of quiet joy.
This rural mountain church continues to be good because it continues to do what is necessary.
—it took 40 years for me to begin to realize these words Jim silently put into my hands on that last day of class were a prayer.
Knowing your family’s past fugitives and pretty boys is the kind of localism anyone can aspire toward and practice.
With a clear sky above us, no one restricting our movements, we learned—sometimes flailingly, like chickens with our heads cut off—how to marvel.