Oh Lift the Burdened Gloom that Chokes My Soul

Posted on December 26, 2012 by Christi

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9×12″ watercolor on paper
July 19, 2012

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This one comes from two passages and one scripture:

And here I lay, the child of changeful Time
Shut in the weary, changeless Evermore,
A dull, eternal, fadeless clime!…

“Alas,” I cried, “I am no living man!
Better were darkness and the leave to grope
Than light that builds its own drear prison! Can
This be the folding of the wings of Hope?”

Somnium Mystici: A Microcosm in Terza Rima, MacDonald

Oh lift the burdened gloom that chokes my soul
With dews of darkness; smite the lean winds of death
That run with howls around the ruined temples,
Blowing the souls of men about like leaves.

“A Broken Prayer,” MacDonald

“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me!” -Christ

About Christi

I am a single mother with two young daughters who are the world to me. I am a philosophy professor, especially fond of Kierkegaard and Augustine. Presently, I teach as an adjunct at a plethora of colleges in the Houston area, trying to make ends meet. Creating art brings me immense joy, but only recently have I begun to venture into the arena of making my creations a consumer commodity. I'd rather my work be created as a good in itself, and given to those I love. But necessity breeds invention, they say, and human beings have to eat.
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