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freedomanddisorder · 29 days
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Easter
Do you think as Mary wrapped the shroud around Our Savior,
She remembered swaddling her Son?
Do you think as she wiped the blood from Holy hands,
She recalled kissing away skinned palms and knees from his childhood?
Do you think as she removed the Thorny Crown bestowed in mocking humiliation,
She remembered the flower crowns that her son lovingly adorned her with?
Do you think as He walked out of that cave Resurrected,
While others fell to their knees in Jubilation at the sight of Christ.
Do you think Mary cried, for the joy of seeing her Son Yeshua?
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saintmachina · 1 year
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Have you done any Isaac and Rebecca ficlets in the past?
Isaac spends an hour in the marketplace, scouring the jeweler's stands for the perfect dowry gift. In the end he settles on a golden sunburst nose ring and beaten bangles as silver as the moon. He will give his wife the heavens, he decides, to wear as her adornments.
He can barely sleep those long weeks his father's servant is away, scouring the land of his ancestors for the right bride. He takes to wandering the fields in the blue-light just before dawn, kicking up rocks and conversing with the Lord. He is 37, well past the age of sweaty palms and ruddy blushes, but still he is nervous.
What if the girl doesn't want to come live in with him? What bitterness and enmity is sown between them? What if the marriage bed is frigid?
He imagines what she may be like, dark or fair, curvaceous of slim, somber or smiling.
He decides, he tells the Lord, that he will be grateful with a kind spirit and a pair of lovely eyes.
When the caravan finally reappears on the horizon one blazing hot summer day, it's nearly doubled in size. The new bride has brought her nurse with her, and household servants, and all her worldly possessions.
Isaac drops the scythe from his hand as the caravan comes to a stop next to the field where he labors. A woman dismounts her camel and strides across the parched earth to meet him. He can make out the glint of his bracelets on her wrist, the glimpse of a lovely brown ankle under her skirts, but her face and hair is veiled.
She stops directly in front of him, holding her chin high. Her khol-lined eyes are dark and lovely as a night without stars.
Will you not let me look at you? He asks.
You procured me for your wife sight unseen, she shoots back, raising a thick eyebrow. Perhaps I shall hide my face from you until the wedding night.
A smile tugs at his lips.
She's testing him. His mother would be proud.
Isaac takes her hand, rubbing a little circle into her palm with his thumb. She softens under his touch, her muscles giving way. She does not expect his gentleness, he realizes.
Then we will learn to love each other by touch and smell and sound, he says. Although I should hope someday to earn the privilege of gazing upon you.
She pauses for a moment, then reaches us and pulls the veil from her head. Black waves tumble over her shoulders, framing a ruggedly beautiful face with a full mouth, square jaw, and strong nose.
I am no great beauty, she teases. Perhaps you'd like to send me back and order another bride?
You are the very promise of God made flesh, he says, then cups her face and kisses her.
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"mary, did you know? that your womb was also a grave?"
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ablogintwoacts · 1 year
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sad-writer · 17 days
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Adam and Eve were doomed from the start
They were expected to fail
God made us flawed, capable of choosing to do good or bad, but never giving us the chance to be perfect in his eyes.
Because at the end of the day, could you blame a dog for biting when it doesn’t know the consequences of its actions?
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orpheuslament · 11 months
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Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani
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seraphim-eternal · 18 days
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dead to sin, alive in God
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considerablecolors · 6 months
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Despite the explicit instruction not to, Orpheus looks back. He needs to know if Eurydice will follow him anywhere, and so, he turns- And he finds her standing in place, unmoving.
We, the audience, find this sad for a few reasons:
1. We know there was a time when Eurydice would have followed him to the ends of the earth and straight into hell- but now, she watches Orpheus ascend to heaven alone. We know there was a time when she would have followed. We know what has changed between the then and the now.
2. Orpheus does not know what has changed. Orpheus does not know Eurydice stays because of how badly she loves. Orpheus thinks Eurydice has stayed behind because she does not love him enough.
3. Eurydice thinks the same thing. We know this, but we cannot tell them. They have both gone to places we cannot go.
4. By looking back, Orpheus has doomed them both, thinking he was saving them. If given the chance, he would do it again.
5. At some point, Orpheus believed the world was good, and Eurydice believed the world was evil. At some point, their love was powerful enough to change each other's minds.
6. Now, both see what the world could be. Orpheus reveres it. Eurydice fears it. Both are wrong. We don't know if their love can become powerful enough to change their minds again.
7. Eurydice does not follow, but she waits to see if Orpheus will turn around again. She cannot resist one last look.
8. We, the audience, know what has happened, and we know why- Orpheus and Eurydice are not gods. Their mistakes are human. We watch the scene again and again, denying what has transpired, longing for a deeper reason- coffees, lies, a higher power- but the story of Orpheus and Eurydice plays out the way it always does, for the reason it always has- love.
9. These two know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice well. Perhaps they watched it play out. Perhaps they greeted Eurydice at death's door. Perhaps they sat in a tavern and heard Orpheus play. Aziraphale thinks the story is about the inevitably of fate, the inability to resist the higher-ups- a god's will is ineffable. Crowley thinks the story is about the inevitably of leaving, the inability to have a happy ending- a god is always cruel. Neither have gotten this story quite right.
10. Once again, Aziraphale and Crowley have forgotten to focus on the love.
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upennmanuscripts · 28 days
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Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
- John Keates
A deathless bird dances in the bottom margin of f. 226v, Ms. Codex 724, a 13th century Bible. #drollerydonnerstag
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noose-lion · 2 months
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My villain origin story was feeling sad for Judas, Pharaoh's son, and the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah.
It was seeing through the veil and unto the cruelty of God too soon, too young.
It was trying desperately to explain it away and stay faithful, because I wanted to be part of something greater.
It was mistaking the panic attack I had as I was baptized for the Holy Spirit.
It was being upset that Adam and Eve had no choice but to disobey for they were only young and human.
It was hearing the promise of hell and brimstone for things I could not control or change.
My villain origin story was never having a choice but to be too human for God's love.
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Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
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kalavathiraj · 2 months
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I think that life's greatest poets and storytellers have been people who drank the cup of suffering, died to the poison and rose up the third time to reach out to God.
QUOTUS
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firstfullmoon · 1 year
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Talin Tahajian, “Open letter to the boy with the red umbrella” [ID in ALT]
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stuckinapril · 5 months
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i love anthologies. anthologies are so sexy
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writethestory365 · 7 days
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To be a Christian is to forgive the inexcusable, because God has excused the inexcusable in you.
- C.S. Lewis
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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The poets I delight in are possessed by their poems as by the rhythms of their own breathing.
Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams; from ‘Context’
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