In Me Burns The Most Catholic Of Longings: To Devour The Divine.

“In me burns the most Catholic of longings: to devour the divine.”

— a haiku for the holy eucharist (or: a haiku for a childhood on my knees)

Lalish village, Yezidi temple, iraq.

Mahmoud Darwish (محمود درويش‎, 1941 – 2008), “A Lover from Palestine” (Ashiq min filastin), 1966

"October" by Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness

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She is your last and true and only love, he thought, and that’s not evil. It is only unfortunate.

Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees, 1950

… but this is holy ground, you can sense it clearly. Why, it’s bursting with laurel, olives, grapes, and deep in its heart, listen… nightingales, the rustle of wings - they’re breaking into song.

Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus (trans. Fagles)