...Masnavi which is one of the great religious texts of the world; or Francis Thompson, when he says, Not where the wheeling systems darken And our benumbed conceiving soars, The drift of pinions, would we harken, Beats at our clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places, Turn but a stone and...

...aside with casual inattention. I found myself in that moment remembering the words of Francis Thompson: 'The angels keep their ancient places, Turn but a stone and start a wing' Tis you, tis your estranged faces That miss the many-splendoured thing.....' How little we appreciate the...

...however, probably making much difference to the angels. As the poet Francis Thompson once observed, "The angels keep their ancient places: Turn but a stone and start a wing. Tis you, tis your estranged faces, that miss the many-splendor'd thing." Our faces, here at the beginning...

...into the world. They speak. They speak today, if we will hear them. The poet Francis Thompson wrote: The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone,...estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But in order to hear we must remain open to the true mysteries of life and death and love, not run and...

...eagle plunge to find the air — That we ask of the stars in motion If they have rumour of thee there? Not where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed...drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay — shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; — Turn but a stone, and start a wing!...

...fully alive. — Si. Irenaens The best way to know God is to love many things. — Vincent van Gogh The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone...estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. — Francis Thompson God enters by a private door into every individual. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Try...

...less time than it took a tear to fall, she had disappeared into the winter darkness of New York City. Angels keep their ancient places, turn but a stone,...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, that miss the many splendoured thing. — Francis Thompson HAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, SHE'S GONE?" DL stood up and...

...God... it is undying, blazing spirit wherein lies hidden the world and its creatures. UPANISHADS Now where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed...drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clayshutter'd doors. The angels keep their ancient places, Turn but a stone and start a wing! 'Tis...

...might be granted eyes to see it! If only we could realize, as poet Francis Thompson has written, that The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. By the grace of God, this gift of "second sight" might descend upon us at any moment. When that moment...

...constants point to a universally recognized phenomenon of the separation between humankind and God: "the angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a...estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing" (Francis Thompson, "The Kingdom of God"). The constants also point to the tragedy of disintegration,...