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Tuesday, 28 January 2014

A little poetry then...

I had hoped to post again tonight but ran out of time as other writing tasks took over. But as the responses to my last post (on Facebook) led to a reflection that what I was saying was partly a recognition of the value of the poetic imagination for capturing true insights, I thought I'd post a bit of poetry instead (not mine; I wouldn't inflict that on you). Like the line quoted in the last post the following is taken from Tennyson's In Memoriam. It is a long and hard-going poem to be honest, but there are some great passages. This is one that helped me to understand that doubt is not the terrible thing that I once thought it to be.

“Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,
At last he beat his music out.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

He fought his doubts and gather'd strength,
He would not make his judgment blind,
He faced the spectres of the mind
And laid them: thus he came at length

To find a stronger faith his own;
And Power was with him in the night,
Which makes the darkness and the light,
And dwells not in the light alone,” 

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