THE DIVINE COMEDY’S INFERNO Canto I While I was rushing downward to the lowland, Before mine eyes did one present himself, Who seemed from long-continued silence hoarse. When I beheld him in the desert vast, “Have pity on me,” unto him I cried, “Whiche’er thou art, or shade or real man!” He answered me: “Not […]
Melissa Cain Travis serves as Assistant Professor of Apologetics at Houston Baptist University. She is the author of Science and the Mind of the Maker (forthcoming, Harvest House 2018) and the Young Defenders series (Apologia Press). She is a writer for Christian Research Journal and blogs at melissatravis.com.
Then stir my love in idleness to flame To find at last the free refining fire That guards the hidden garden whence I came. O do not kill, but quicken my desire, Better to spur me on than leave me cold. Not maimed I come to you, I come entire, Lit by the loves that […]
Over my suppliant hands entwined, I leaned just staring at the fire, imagining bodies of human beings and seen burn. And both my trusted guides now turned to me. And the Virgil spoke, to say: ‘My dearest son, here may be agony but never death. Remember this! Remember! And if I led you to safety […]
I thank my God I have emerged at last, Blinking from Hell, to see these quiet stars, Bewildered by the shadows that I cast. You set me on this stair, in those rich hours Pacing your study, chanting poetry. The Word in you revealed his quickening powers, Removed the daily veil, and let me see, […]
Dante and Virgil emerge from hell and begin the ascent of mount purgatory So now we entered on that hidden Path, my Lord and I, to move once more towards a shining world. We did not care to rest. We climbed, he going first and I behind, until through some small aperture I saw the […]
Begin the song exactly where you are, For where you are contains where you have been And holds the vision of your final sphere. And do not fear the memory of sin; There is a light that heals, and, where it falls, Transfigures and redeems the darkest stain Into translucent colour. Loose the veils And […]
As I went, ruined, rushing to that low, there had, before my eyes, been offered one who seemed -long silent- to be faint and dry. Seeing him near in that great wilderness, to him I screamed my ‘miserere’: ‘Save me, whatever – shadow or truly man – you be.’ His answer came to me: ‘No […]
THE DIVINE COMEDY Dante Alighieri And I, in the midst of all this circling horror, began, “Teacher, what are these sounds I hear? What souls are these so overwhelmed by grief?” And he to me: “This wretched state of being is the fate of those sad souls who lived a life but lived it with […]
The fact that He generously gives such things to so many demonstrates that He is near to the lonely, the broken—just as near as He is to the people who seem to have it all together.
In a letter Dante wrote to a contemporary, he explained the purpose of his poem: “to remove those living in this life from the state of misery and to lead them to the state of bliss.”