Everybody (whether they know it or not) tries to close this breach - between the weakness of our emotions and the wonder of the World. I think the reason for this is that I live with an almost constant awareness of the breach between the low intensity of my own passion and the staggering realities of the universe around me, heaven, hell, creation, eternity, life, God. It hit me again what a long-time friend poetry-writing has been to me. Then I dug out The Opinion from Fuller Seminary and the Bethel Coeval from when I taught there. Then I looked at the Kodon from my Wheaton days, and remembered the poem, “One of Many Lands” that I wrote in one of my bleaker moments as a college freshman. I went to my file recently and found an old copy of Leaves of Grass, my high school’s literary magazine from 1964 and read the poems that I wrote for it almost thirty years ago. One is that ever since I was seventeen - maybe before - I have felt the power of poetry.
There are at least three reasons why I have chosen to tell the story of the 18th century poet William Cowper at this year’s conference.
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