A Rhapsody of Love and Spirituality
Love between a man and a woman: is it sacred or sinful? A Rhapsody of Love and Spirituality explores Platonic eros, Christian mysticism, friendship, religious ritual, and love as people experience it, turning up startling ironies and paradoxes and, along the way, some traditions we may find worth reclaiming.
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Romantic Scriptures Ambiguous Interpretations and Gregory of Nyssas Platonic Biblical Allegories
Saint John Chrysostom Saint Jerome and Saint Augustine
Chivalric Romance and Ascetic Discipline
Thomas Aquinas and the Cloud of Unknowing
Shelley and Intellectual Beauty
T S Eliots The Waste Land
The Recent Erotic Spirituality of Vatican II and David Matzko Mccarthy Karl Barth and Eberhard Jungel
Chapter XII A Heap of Broken Images? Erotic Love and Spirituality in the PostModern Age
Martin Luther Sir Edmund Spenser and the Puritans
Aristotle Aristotle’s Augustine Augustine’s become beloved Bernard of Clairvaux Beroul Bible body called celibacy celibate chapter Chivalric Romance Christ Christian Chrysostom Church Cloud of Unknowing considered Corinthians couple created culture Dante Daphnis and Chloe desire divine doctrine Eliot Eros erotic eternal feel flesh friends friendship Genesis God’s Grail Gregory Gregory of Nyssa heart heaven holy human love husband Ibid Ibid.,p Ideal Forms Isadora Jesus Jungel King knight lady live Longus looked lover lust Luther Malory Malory’s man’s marital love marriage McCarthy metaphor mind modern monastic mystical nature never one’s Ovid Ovid’s passage passion person philosophical Plato pleasure poem quest reason relationship Romantic Love sexual Shelley Shelley’s Sir Launcelot Song of Songs soul Spenser spiritual story Swedenborg theologians theology things Thomas Aquinas thou traditions Tristan and Yseut Vatican II virginity virtue wants Waste Land wife Wisdom woman women words writing
Page 21 - Is there no change of death in paradise ? Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs Hang always heavy in that perfect sky, Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth, With rivers like our own that seek for seas They never find, the same receding shores That never touch with inarticulate pang...