A Rhapsody of Love and Spirituality
Algora Publishing, 2003 - 306 pages
Love between a man and a woman: is it sacred or sinful? A Rhapsody of Love and Spirituality explores Platonic eros, Christian mysticism, friendship, religious ritual, and love as people experience it, turning up startling ironies and paradoxes and, along the way, some traditions we may find worth reclaiming.
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Romantic Scriptures Ambiguous Interpretations and Gregory of Nyssas Platonic Biblical Allegories
Saint John Chrysostom Saint Jerome and Saint Augustine
Chivalric Romance and Ascetic Discipline
Thomas Aquinas and the Cloud of Unknowing
Shelley and Intellectual Beauty
T S Eliots The Waste Land
The Recent Erotic Spirituality of Vatican II and David Matzko Mccarthy Karl Barth and Eberhard Jungel
Chapter XII A Heap of Broken Images? Erotic Love and Spirituality in the PostModern Age
Martin Luther Sir Edmund Spenser and the Puritans
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Page 21 - Is there no change of death in paradise ? Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs Hang always heavy in that perfect sky, Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth, With rivers like our own that seek for seas They never find, the same receding shores That never touch with inarticulate pang...