“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.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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