The Mortal Answers

“...Come away—With the fairies, hand in hand,For the world is more full of weeping Than you can understand.”—W.B. Yeats From the Wood of the Old Wives’ Fables      They glittered out of the grey, And with all the Armies of Elf-land I strove like a beast at bay; With only a right arm wearied, … Continue reading The Mortal Answers

This Much – O Heaven

THIS much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave. If I dare snarl between this sun and sod, Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own, In sun … Continue reading This Much – O Heaven


There is no evil in sorrow. True, it is not an essential good, a good in itself, like love; but it will mingle with any good thing, and is even so allied to good that it will open the door of the heart for any good. — George MacDonald

The Giver

"To give a thing and take again Is counted meanness among men; Still less to take what once was given Can be the royal way of heaven! But human hearts are crumbly stuff, And never, never love enough; And so God takes and, with a smile Puts our best things away awhile. Some therefore weep, … Continue reading The Giver