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O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. 
P----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Chokh Raj 
  To: [log in to unmask] 
  Sent: Friday, March 26, 2010 3:20 PM
  Subject: Re: Eliot on Charles Williams' mysticism


        "O Lord Thou pluckest me out 
         O Lord Thou pluckest"

        CR


        --- On Fri, 3/26/10, Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
          "Come in under the shadow of this red rock."

          P. 

          On Mar 26, 2010, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote: 

                  "The wilderness is cracked and browned 
                  But through the water pale and thin 
                  Still shine the unoffending feet"

                  "the True Church can never fail / For it is based upon a rock."

                  "This is the land. We have our inheritance."

                  Cheers,
                  CR


                  --- On Fri, 3/26/10, Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

                    Unless the seed fall into the ground and die....

                    P.
                      ----- Original Message ----- 
                      From: Chokh Raj 
                      To: [log in to unmask] 
                      Sent: Thursday, March 25, 2010 10:35 AM
                      Subject: Re: Eliot on Charles Williams' mysticism


                            "Love...is a deity of whom most human beings seldom see more than the shadow" --

                            "the Vision...towards which creation strives" --

                            "a lifetime's death in love" -- 

                            "On montrera mon cénotaphe
                            Aux côtes brulantes de Mozambique."

                            Cheers,
                             CR