The Refining Fire by Dante

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 […]

A Child’s Heart

Emily Dickinson Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass — ‘Tis many a tiny Mill Turns unperceived beneath our feet And Artisan lies still — We spy the Forests and the Hills The Tents to Nature’s Show Mistake the Outside for the in And mention what we saw. Could Commentators on the Sign Of […]