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Roots Below by Gordon Edwards The book jacket said his poems were accessible, not the obscure words and images that dot the fringes of intelligence and madness. but the common words, the ones we might use to tell a family story, or what happened in the movie we saw last night. It's not surprising that Emmanuel was often found in the midst of sinners, probably drinking a glass of non-vintage table wine. no doubt this incensed the learned folks of the day, the guardians of the secret knowledge that takes years of study to travel to the outer reaches of logic and appreciation, finally reaching the holy of holies. But this cup, this vessel, stained with finger prints sitting on the picnic table of the local pub, was more apt to quench the thirst of the carpenter. If the words of the poet reach you in such a place, God speaks with His arm wrapped around your shoulder, slaps you on the back, and whispers a word more divine than all the mysteries of heaven. |
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