Columbus Day… a fitting prayer

From Walt Whitman, “Prayer of Columbus” My hands, my limbs grow nerveless,My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d,Let the old timbers part, I will not part,I will cling fast to Thee, O God, though the waves buffet me,Thee, Thee at least I know Is it the prophet’s thought I speak, or am I raving?What do I know… [Read more…]