And do you know a funny thing? I’m almost fifty years old and I’ve never understood anything in my whole life.

Richard Yates, The Easter Parade (with a link to Tolstoy’s The Resurrection)

A Better Resurrection by Syliva Plath

 

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

And from The Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to St. John, chapter 20, verses 24-31,  from the Douay-Rheims New Testament (thanks Barry, for suggesting this version of the New Testament): READ MORE >