Toward a Resurection Aesthetic
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Toward a Resurection Aesthetic

He practiced jumping, getting big, breaking some bricks with his head. And then he fell down one of those mine shafts they have everywhere and died…

“But you have another life,” I said. “Look at those hearts.”

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Transport

This is a quiet sort of poem, perhaps my favorite one to read aloud. It’s a poem about death, that last great transformation, and the ease and loveliness with which Christians are meant to approach it.

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