“There can be an immanence of the infinite that yet reserves something of the fulness of itself in such a way that no immanence can exhaust what it communicates. The immanent can betoken the beyond of immanence.” Desmond, GODSENDS, 75.
I woke today to
immaculate snow; the ground
blazed under blue skies.
For the past week, I’ve
passed the Baptist church, the choir
practicing. I am
too given to pure
immanence. Let rain mix with
snow, let people fill
the church with singing.
Let fresh images flow, let
children save Christmas.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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