Broken-down lives
One of the books I've started trying to read, before I fall asleep in it, is Broken-Down House: Living Productively in a World Gone Bad, by Paul Tripp, a book about the redemptive and restorative power of the gospel. Apparently it was the anniversary of TS Eliot's birthday on Wednesday, and I was reminded by that and the afore-mentioned book title of this piece of Eliot's poetry, from Part VIII of Choruses from ‘The Rock’, so here's a little Friday poetry:
And in spite of all the dishonour,
The broken standards, the broken lives,
The broken faith in one place or another,
There was something left that was more than the tales
Of old men on winter evenings.
...
Remember the faith that took men from home
At the call of the wandering preacher.
T.S. Eliot