CMP Review 2025-07-10

July 10, 2025

The Word were but a blank, a hollow sound,

If He that spake it were not speaking still,—

If all the light and all the shade around

Were aught but issues of Almighty will.

Sweet [friend], believe that every bird that sings,

And every flower that stars the elastic sod,

And every thought the happy summer brings

To thy pure spirit, is a word of God.

— Hartley Coleridge, “The Word of God”

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