A quote and a poem

Here’s a quote from my daily CQOD that I thought was rather interesting:

"Men perish with whispering sins, nay with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often as with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin."
... John Donne (1573-1631), Works of John Donne, vol. I,
London: John W. Parker, 1839, Sermon XIV, p. 276

In addition, here’s another Jane Kenyon poem I read yesterday and really liked:

Full Moon in Winter
Jane Kenyon

Bare branches rise
and fall overhead.
The barn door bangs loose,
persistent as remorse
after anger and shouting.

Dogs bark across the pond.
The shadow of the house
appears on the crusted snow
like the idea of a house,
and my own shadow

lies down in the cold
at my feet, lunatic,
like someone tired
of living in a body,
needy and full of desire . . . .