A Bride Adorned
A bride adorned in white bejeweled dress
So all should think her pure and clean indeed
With flowing train enchanting host and guest…
Idyllic and serene we’d paint the scene
Within the walls of this our perfect church
Where smiles are dime a dozen and our prayers,
If incense be, would sooner hands besmirch
With soot and smoky stench than fragrance fair
Ascend to God on high whence grace ensues.
Though cleansed within, assaulted still without,
Before her earthly judges stands and rues
The absence of her groom whose long travails
Have bought her and ensures his word prevails.
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Speculation's secret in comprehending is simply to sew without fastening the end and without knotting the thread, and this is why, wonder of wonders, it can go on sewing and sewing, that is, pulling the thread through. Christianity, on the other hand, fastens the end by means of the paradox.
-- Soren Kierkegaard
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