Tongue in Cheek

On August 26, 2014November 25, 2021 By dorahakIn Poems28 Comments

Love,

There’s an angular disturbance in your cheek

in a certain orientation

of my mind-

blowing (nothing trivial word-discounting)

Of a gear-shifting magnitude

A tenable image of God in you

While you in your Frankenstein suit

Faith-heal starbursts of chemicals

Leaping soups of subjectivity

Unending trajectory of asymptotic insanity

As if I could never see you, my love,

But for the angular disturbance in your cheek.

(movie image: Peter Cushing as Victor Frankenstein)

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The Church Eternal

On August 9, 2014August 11, 2014 By dorahakIn Church, World2 Comments

As I listen to the world around around me, there is no doubt in my mind that the church is being characterized as weak, internally and externally. Apostasy is on the rise in the western church as is persecution around the world.

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Don’t Worry!

On August 1, 2014August 1, 2014 By dorahakIn Life in the Scriptures, MatthewLeave a comment

I was very young and it had taken a leap of faith and all my savings to buy it, but I did. It came packaged in a big shiny white box and an enticing rainbow apple with a chunk bitten out, and when I brought it home that morning, I was met with disbelief and scorn.

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Renoir and Dickens: Two Quotes

On July 29, 2014October 3, 2017 By dorahakIn Isaiah, Life in the ScripturesLeave a comment

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Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859):

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair …

The great French artist, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, suffered so much from rheumatoid arthritis that it was difficult for him to paint due to progressive deformities in his hands and shoulders. The painting on the left, “Young Girls at the Piano” (1892), was done when he first developed the disease.