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Man in Plaid's avatar

Hey Mark,

Another good one.

This poem made me a little sad. It reminded me how much we have lost as a society, as a civilization, when we abandoned Christ as the centre of our lives.

We live in successful, prosperous countries and tell ourselves it is because of us. We believe we alone are responsible for the worldly paradise we inhabit. In one sense we are, because our forebears did tame what was once wilderness. But in another sense we are not, because these high trust, low violence societies were only possible through the Christian command to love your neighbour. That teaching, which your poem captures so well, built the very foundation we now take for granted.

I live in a place that is not only largely non-Christian, but often openly hostile to Christianity. There are still Christian communities here, but they are ever more isolated islands. You can see the effects of that hostility in the lack of neighbourliness, the atomization, the deep loneliness of so many.

We are living on the fumes of our Christian past. I do my best to keep it alive in the small confines of my possibilities. I hope the tide can be turned sooner rather than later, and I am encouraged by signs of a new spiritual awakening among the youth in the States. May it spread throughout the world.

But back to your poem.

My favourite verse is this:

So, works prepared are gifts twice blessed:

Our neighbors served, our faith expressed.

No grander path need we pursue—

In serving love, our purpose true.

It perfectly illustrates your philosophy of sacralizing the mundane.

I also liked how you placed the essay after the poem in this one. Reading the poem first let me approach it with an open mind, without being guided by your interpretation. I saw things I might not have noticed had I read the explanation first. That could be a format worth exploring in future poems, as different essay/poem positions might yield different readings or meanings.

Thank you for the reflection!

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Jenna Stocker's avatar

Another beautiful essay and poem, Mark. You bring your wisdom and depth into the light of Truth with grace and an even spirit. Thank you for this, and a reminder that even the simplest, most mundane tasks carry the weight of love and service.

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