-for Julie, who reminded me of Lent.
O I’ll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down?
See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah my Christ—
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ;
Yet will I call on him—
Unless a grain of wheat falls to the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
The hero is no longer Dives but Lazarus the beggar; not Mary Magdalene in the day of her beauty, but in the day of her repentance; not those who acquire wealth, but those who have abandoned it; not those who dwell in palaces, but those who dwell in catacombs and huts; not those who rule over others, but those who acknowledge no authority but God’s. And the greatest work of art is no longer a cathedral of victory with statues of conquerors, but the representation of a human soul so transformed by love that a man who is tormented and murdered yet pities and loves his persecutors. -L. Tolstoi
(and tnx to Fable art studio for photo advice)
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beautiful! love the reoccurring images of the cross. and, the end of the last quote… “human soul so transformed by love”.
so glad you like it!
OLD CASTTLE!
the best castle in the world 😀 ❤
I want to read your srebrenica book!! with stories about memis aga!!
Well, soon. I guess!
Ah, Dream of the Rood! Remember when we talked about that poem after I read it in English 201? 🙂 Beautiful post… love the Tolstoy quote.
eeee yes ENG 201… if only there were time for me to have taken it with you!