The Irrational Season
It’s time for one of my favorite bits of poetry:
This is the irrational season
Where love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child. -Madeleine L’Engle
Through a Glass, Darkly
Now we see
through a glass, darkly;
then we will see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then I will know fully,
even as I am fully known.
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December 13, 2005
I have begun my 26th annual reading of The Irrational Season. When I first read it so many years ago it was as if Madeleine had looked inside me and put words to the jumble that was there. “To A Long-loved Love” speaks most to me this year…