Thou? Far away? | From an Old Soul
Thou? Far away? Is that possible? George MacDonald takes a second and third look at God’s presence and absence. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
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October 30, 2015
My dear Sir | To an Old Soul
To Rev. George MacDonald
My dear Sir,
Whilst traveling in the high desert of Oregon
Akin to yet unlike your Scottish highlands,
I serendipitously came upon a magnificent sight
Joyfully assembled, I am certain, just for you.Our journey being long and arduous,
We covenanted to halt upon our return
So as to capture this sign from heaven
In all its aromatic and motley creativity.
October 29, 2015
When thou art far away | From an Old Soul
When are you most alive? That’s the puzzle George MacDonald is chewing on in today’s sonnet. His answer is unexpected. Read the rest of this entry »
October 15, 2015
because it is thy will | From an Old Soul
Why do you think MacDonald called his collection of sonnets A Book of Strife in the form of the Diary of an Old Soul? Thanks to the reader who asked the question! My response is below. Read the rest of this entry »
October 13, 2015
In a Ferment about Writing
I’ve been in a ferment since Sunday evening. The kind that begins with strange dreams I can’t remember when I wake up. They aren’t frightening or foreboding, though they’re regularly about circumstances that Read the rest of this entry »
October 11, 2015
the pathless night | From a Old Soul
George MacDonald didn’t write Diary of an Old Soul for publication. He wrote it as his private journal, in the form of one sonnet per day of the year. Read the rest of this entry »
October 4, 2015
When my heart sinks | From an Old Soul
When your heart sinks, how do you think about yourself in relation to God? Things aren’t always as they seem. Read the rest of this entry »
September 22, 2015
Never Ending Birth | From an Old Soul
Even though this isn’t the way I want things to be, I’m encouraged by these two sonnets. I can’t say I’ve had any great miraculous spurts of growth when it comes to making my way home.
It’s all been a bit of a slog in the dark. Read the rest of this entry »
August 29, 2015
Getting with the Program | From an Old Soul
Do you long for world peace? George MacDonald’s theme here is similar to earlier sonnets—the slow pace of our progress toward peace. Or, put another way, Read the rest of this entry »
August 17, 2015
Hence come thy checks | From an Old Soul
In this sonnet George MacDonald shows us his foot-dragging, and what it takes to get him moving. I’m not MacDonald, but I’ve been where he’s been. My comments follow, in my voice. Read on! Read the rest of this entry »
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