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Poem: “Pear Trees in Winter”
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Poem: “Afterwords”
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The Fight Against Mammon
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Find Your People
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Donald and His Seven Cows
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Craftland
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Towards Dawn
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Singing in Community
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A Gadfly of God
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Elegy for Sammy Basso
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Everyone Is Eventually a Burden
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What Comes After Religion?
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It’s Not All Good, Man
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The Critique of Religion
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How Solzhenitsyn Found Faith
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Grieving for Peace in Israel and Palestine
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Short Story: Sieidi
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The Moral Beauty of Middlemarch
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The Gods of Modernity
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The Asbury Outpouring
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Mother Mary in Cuba
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Knowing What Time It Is
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The Church in China Isn’t What You Think
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Blaise Pascal’s Night of Fire
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Poetry Comic: Dylan Thomas’s “Fern Hill”
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It stands on all four hooves, just stopped
as if before a cliffside topped
with waving grasses like its mane.
Ten thousand horses made the plain
resound in one bass voice, as long
as Empress Wu controlled the Tang.
But now in cubed museum glass
just one horse flats the waving grass.
With all that muscle, flesh, and hair
long moldered in the earth’s thick care,
this one unbroken horse stands posed,
its eyelids heavy, almost closed.
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