meditations on faith and church
by Paul Hooker
Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming from tender stem hath sprung!
— Traditional German Carol
Were there roses before there were thorns?
Or did thorns give rise to roses?
Denn das Schöne ist nichts als des Schrecklichen Anfang…. *
“Death is the mother of beauty….”
blood and beauty are identical twins
born of love, and laid in a manger.
And to love is to live
and to live is to die
and to die is to love.
I have held a rose.
I have been pierced by thorns.
Truth has not one nature
* “For beauty is nothing other than the beginning of terror.”
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