Put the Final Nail in Death’s Coffin
The opening words of the sonnet “Death Be Not Proud” by the 17th-century British poet and cleric John Donne have resonated with me over the past couple of weeks.
The opening words of the sonnet “Death Be Not Proud” by the 17th-century British poet and cleric John Donne have resonated with me over the past couple of weeks.
I am absolutely convinced that TV producers and writers gather in secret limestone towers in the shadows of the night with the wind howling and rattling the windows. Together they concoct potions and spells that awaken every woman’s desire for beauty and love.
Every woman knows all too well the stirrings within her that come from being attracted to someone and hoping to be noticed by them. I have not escaped such a treachery and soon found myself in love’s quarters.
The battle of the sexes seems to have taken on more sinister overtones. There are some women who see men as the source and root of all evil, and there are men who see women as nothing more than temptresses, seductresses, models for lads’ magazines and child bearers.
Nthabiseng Maphisa examines the impact of the way we dress. As Christians our goal is always to allow Christ to shine through us – in the way we act, treat others and yes, in how we dress
There have been many songs written about love. Many musicians have tried to define it, many filmmakers have attempted to depict it, and the rest of us have tried to find it.
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