So I’m jumping on this a little behind the times… and it’s a video game theme… but I see nothing to despise here and a lot to love. Here’s the song; the translation (taken from Wikipedia) is below that. Swahili English “Baba Yetu” Baba yetu, yetu uliye Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina! Baba yetu yetu uliye M jina lako e litukuzwe.Utupe leo chakula chetu Tunachohitaji, utusamehe Makosa yetu, hey! Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe Waliotukosea usitutie Katika majaribu, lakini Utuokoe, na yule, muovu e milele!Ufalme wako ufike utakalo Lifanyike duniani kama mbinguni. (Amina)… Read more Baba Yetu →
For this poem, I’m sending us back to youtube for a musical version. Many people say that Tolkien was not a good poet. They love what he did for the fantasy novel genre, but he should have just realized he wasn’t a poet. People say the same thing about C. S. Lewis, interestingly enough. Both Lewis and Tolkien, however, were consciously pursuing the same aesthetic aims in their novels and in their poetry (something like a continuation, a new flowering, even a maturation, of the Romantic movement in literature.) Those… Read more Poetry Survey Series Post Nine: The Lay of Beren and Luthien by J. R. R. Tolkien →
My dear readers, Forgive the incoherence that follows; hopefully it explains itself. We celebrated Epiphany a day early for various reasons. I botched the early part of the Liturgy; all… Read more Exhaustion, Grace, Sons, and Chanting…Not Necessarily In That Order →
It is with a deep sense of destiny – one that wrestles constantly, I may add, with an equally deep sense of personal humiliation – that I anounce the launch of my YouTube debut. Click Here to hear me sing “Long, Long Ago” for Truly Dreadful Productions. The sense of humiliation comes from the fact that this is the most dreadful rendition of an already dreadful song that you are likely to hear within the next month at least. The sense of destiny comes from my hope that when you have heard it,… Read more Truly Dreadful Productions Debut, “Long, Long Ago” →
If I allow my mind to flit back to the days of my youth in search of a representative scene or day, I usually come up with a composite picture that racks me with nostalgic longing. Me, huddled by a window or on a porch swing, reading a classic novel and listening to classical music. The swing swims in a weightless atmosphere of gold and green – sunlight filtering through leaves that toss like confetti, dappling the grasses and dandelions. Every breeze, sight, sound, and smell affirm what I am hearing… Read more Listening to the Better Parts of our World →
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