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I once met a man who seemed to me Someone detached from care. And envy’s dream I dreamed for me To live my life as him. “I think everyone who has some vague belief in God, until he becomes a Christian, has the idea of an exam or of a bargain in his mind. […]
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Sitting in a restaurant recently, eating a buckwheat crepe filled with brie and topped with strawberries, grapes and walnuts, I looked up and read a customer’s t-shirt. It said, “Progress, not perfection.” Irony seems to discover me these days. There I sat, a Southern boy weaned on barbeque, fried chicken, biscuits and peach ice cream,
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I don’t like crowds any more, meaning being in them or following them. Following a crowd is not a Cheatham trait. When as a child, I wanted to follow the current crowd, Mom would say, “If everyone is jumping into the fire, are you going to jump with them?” She knew how to curb our
Sometimes we understand a story not by what is present but what is absent. In his book, Ambition and Survival, Christian Wiman says, “It’s been said a poem makes absence itself into a perceivable presence.” He then states, “I respond most deeply to art that has, you might say, a hole in it, some stark
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