Winter Music: A Life of Jessica Powers : Poet, Nun, Woman of the 20th Century
Rowman & Littlefield, 1992 - 172 páginas
Jessica Powers is one of the outstanding religious poets of our time. This is a biography of her life as an artist, a woman, and a nun. A creative journey into her world. With photos.
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Página 4 - Having no gift of strategy or arms, no secret weapon and no walled defense, I shall become a citizen of love, that little nation with the blood-stained sod where even the slain have power, the only country that sends forth an ambassador to God. Renouncing self and crying out to evil to end its wars, I seek a land that lies all unprotected like a sleeping child; nor is my journey reckless and unwise. Who doubts that love has an effective weapon may meet with a...
Página 4 - Stewart, 1962), p. 116. 15". . . but it is clear that we must hold to what is difficult; everything in Nature grows and defends itself in its own way and is characteristically and spontaneously itself, seeks at all costs to be so and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must hold to what is difficult is a certainty that will not forsake us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.