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the unfamiliar Name

the unfamiliar Name

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre—
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

—T.S. Eliot, from "Little Gidding," in Four Quartets

the sun is everything

the sun is everything

To-day's your natal day;
   Sweet flowers I bring:
Mother, accept, I pray
   My offering.

And may you happy live,
   And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
   Great happiness.

—Christina Rossetti, "To My Mother"

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Greetings on this May morning!

A good morning to be thankful for those around us, mothers and all those born of mothers, and those who’ve gone on ahead.

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With warm wishes for your week and beyond,

—John-Scott