Grateful to WT for sending me the Joyce Kilmer poem “Prayer of a Soldier in France,” I’m sharing on my own blog the piece which the poem inspired me to write, as it was published on Agnellus Mirror. The Mirror’s daily reflections are a wonderful source for inspiration! To read Kilmer’s moving poem, written before he was killed in World War I, go to Agnellus Mirror for the July 30 reflection, “100 years ago today.” For more on Joyce Kilmer, check out this link: https://www.warmemorial.columbia.edu/alfred-joyce-kilmer
Strasbourg Cathedral: the risen Christ brings Adam and Eve out of Hell to Paradise.
Is all human suffering the same suffering
– the suffering of God who is a Man?
Did he not exist before all of us?
Did he not live in the unfathomable joy
of endless, ceaseless, divine
love, so resplendent that it brought forth galaxies
of stars and blue and green planets
teeming with flowering, fluttering, soaring life?
And when the great joy of his creation, so wondrously beloved,
became the great pain of its falling – just in a moment
from his grasp of tender love – seeing it, feeling it, sensing it collapse
in the misery of mistakes immeasurable and immutable,
with agony as immense as the ecstasy
that rushed the universe into being, then infinity was cut through
with the loss of its loveliest part,
the part given freely and generously in
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I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.