Christ the King

There will be no new posts this week as the Feast of Christ is coming up and consuming all my attention. Read this old post for ways to read up and celebrate the feast.

I also thought a great way to celebrate would be to wait for this feast to reintroduce all the wonderful cold weather drinks like: Hot Toddies, Mulled Wine, Irish coffee, Hot Buttered Rum, Russian Tea, and the like--but I have not good recipes--maybe you do? . . .

For your pleasure, and His honor, please enjoy the following poem.  Till next week--:

The Soldier
YES. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless
Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part,
But frail clay, nay but foul clay. Here it is: the heart,
Since, proud, it calls the calling manly, gives a guess
That, hopes that, makesbelieve, the men must be no less;
It fancies, feigns, deems, dears the artist after his art;
And fain will find as sterling all as all is smart,
And scarlet wear the spirit of wár thére express.

Mark Christ our King. He knows war, served this soldiering through;
He of all can handle a rope best. There he bides in bliss
Now, and séeing somewhére some mán do all that man can do,
For love he leans forth, needs his neck must fall on, kiss,
And cry ‘O Christ-done deed! So God-made-flesh does too:
Were I come o’er again’ cries Christ ‘it should be this’.
--Gerard Manley Hopkins

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