Matt W Cook

writer.former fundamentalist.christianly fellow

Tag: quips

Strange seas of Thought, alone.

And from my pillow, looking forth by light
Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold
The antechapel where the statue stood
Of Newton with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind for ever
Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

– William Wordsworth.  
Prelude (Book III), 1850

Trees

I am
sitting under a red-headed maple
with a mighty sycamore off behind me, and
a tall oak from my childhood on the right.

The others have no names
and I am richer for it.

How dull it would be
if each and every tree
were fully known to me.