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Eastern Orthodox Illustrations

Reading Scripture as a path to Theosis — deification and union with God.

Key question: “How does this passage draw us into the mystery of God and guide us on the path of theosis?”

23,842 sermon illustrations through the Eastern Orthodox lens

Poetry

Ashes of Soldiers.

As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes—again to my sense your shapes, And again the advance of armies.

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Walt Whitman

338 words

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Poetry

Spring and Winter i

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo!--O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!

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William Shakespeare

Short95 words

Poetry

Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O!

324. Song—The Charms of Lovely Davies

O HOW shall I, unskilfu’, try The poet’s occupation? The tunefu’ powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they maun dare an effort mair Than aught they ever gave us, Ere they rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o’ lovely Davies.

To my Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

Sonnet 134: So, now I have confess'd that he is thine

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will...

375. Song—The Deuks dang o’er my Daddie

THE BAIRNS gat out wi’ an unco shout, The deuks dang o’er my daddie, O! The fien-ma-care, quo’ the feirrie auld wife, He was but a paidlin’ body, O! He paidles out, and he paidles in, An’ he paidles late and early, O!

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant -- How awkward at...

Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell, The picture of Christ crucified, and tell Whether that countenance can thee affright, Tears in his eyes quench the amazing light, Blood fills his frowns, which from his pierced head fell.

Stanzas Written on the Road between Florence and Pisa

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story-- The days of our Youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. What...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

148 words

Poetry

Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!

When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness -- Blush, my unacknowledged clay -- Seven years of troth have taught thee More than Wifehood every may!

Death, To The Dead For Evermore

DEATH, to the dead for evermore A King, a God, the last, the best of friends - Whene'er this mortal journey ends Death, like a...

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Robert Louis Stevenson

152 words

Poetry

'Twas just this time, last year, I died.

I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms -- It had the Tassels on -- I thought how yellow it would look -- When Richard went to mill -- And then, I wanted to get...

Amoretti LXXIV: Most Happy Letters

Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade, With which that happy name was first design'd: The which three times thrice happy hath me made, With gifts of body, fortune, and of mind.

Sonnet 117: Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown minds, And...

Homer's Hymn to the Moon

Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody, Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth, From her immortal head in Heaven shot forth, Far light is scattered--boundless glory springs; Where'er she spreads her many-beaming...

Sonnet 128: How oft when thou, my music, music play'st

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, To kiss...

That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And Of The Comfort Of The Resurrection

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they throng; they glitter in marches. Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ' wherever an elm arches, Shivelights and shadowtackle in long...

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

281 words

Poetry

Prayer for Patience

Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me, My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for Thee, Help me with patience to endure.

137. Song—Farewell to the Banks of Ayr

THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o’er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor.

Ugolino

INFERNO 33, 22-75.

To Hope

When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,...

Sonnet 20: A woman's face with nature's own hand painted

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in...

Earth's Eternity

Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay: But hath it nothing of eternal kin? No majesty that shall not pass away? No soul of greatness springing up within?

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John Clare

100 words