I like the idea of Glo/NaPoWriMo, but I think, in reality, it would be stressful and unhelpful for me at this stage, so I’m not going to do it. Not this year, at least.
The 52 Project sounds more like my pace, but I’m not ready to commit to that yet either.
I will be following the #NaPoWriMo tag in the WordPress.com Reader though. All the best to those of you who are doing it.
Thank you to D. S. Martin for introducing me to this poem by Christina Rossetti.
Am I a stone and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon—
I, only I.
Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
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The world does not need more Christian literature. What it needs is more Christians writing good literature.
Until recently, I thought this was a C. S. Lewis quote, because that’s who most people attribute it to, but it’s actually only a very loose paraphrase of something he said.
Having said that, I can imagine him saying it, and I think it’s a statement worth thinking about; that’s why I’ve shared it here.
Recently I’ve been looking for examples of Christian poets who navigate the relationship between faith and art well, so that neither is compromised. I guess I’m looking for role models.
Here are a couple of possible candidates:
In Search of the Great Goodness: The Poetry of Jane Kenyon
Faithful to the Work: An Interview and Two Poems with John Leax, Part 1 and Part 2