Morgan E. Underwood

Morgan E. Underwood

Theology Nerd, Lover of Stories, and Mother to One Black Cat

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March 30, 2024

Extravagant Sacrifice, Extravagant Worship

I came to a standstill last spring as I walked along the sidewalk. Floral perfume filled my nostrils, and I smiled. I knew the…

March 14, 2024

Grandmother Goose

This is a poem to my grandmother  Who I named Goose  Whose tongue-biting smile  Lit her grey eyes with ease  And creased her cheeks,…

February 15, 2024

This Necklace

This necklace, I thought it’d always belong to you. Memories lacking time stamps show that heart hanging from your neck. Hard and cool, diamond…

December 28, 2023

Quest or Conquest: Distinguishing Longing & Obsession

 What do you imagine when you envision a quest? Do you picture nine companions setting out on a mission to save Middle Earth? Or…

November 1, 2023

October

October 28th  Tonight, I curl up on my friend’s couch. The fire crackles and threatens to spew bits of burnt wood beyond the grate….

October 19, 2023

Dusk

Golden Hour casts her spell.  Shadows stretch.  The woods breathe deep.  Branches creak.  Lull honey-veined leaves  To sleep.  Light blushes Depression-glass pink. Enchants.  The…

August 4, 2023

Only Paper Flowers 

My fingers craft blossoms. Layered crepe merges color—Thin, transparent, crinkled—Craving to breath.My fingers, craving to create flowers.Weightless. Real.Worthy of ash and petrified pearl.I crease, crimp,…

March 16, 2023

The Night Watch

Cries rise.  And crack.  Desert and dunes.  Endless.  Sorrow? Shackled.  Respite? A meal.  Innocence lies limp.  Life drained. Poured out. Like water.  Heap. Bodies…

February 9, 2023

Metamorphosis 

My knees hit the cathedral floor.  And my lips claim sanctuary.  But my heart? It trembles.  Marble. More comfortable than the altar.  Old battles…

January 19, 2023

Haunts of Heaven’s Hound 

Scene I wander into the tree line. Bark ages like graying hair, and dusk drains the clouds, their lifeblood lost. Shadows blend. Creatures imagined…

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“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back. All my life the god of the Mountain has been wooing me.”

C.S. Lewis, Til We Have Faces 

“In art, we do not 'obliterate the darkness'; art is an attempt to define the boundaries of the darkness…God’s Word is the Light; Jesus told us that he is the Light. If light places boundaries over the darkness, then our art needs to do the same.” 

Makoto Fujimura, Art & Faith: A Theology of Making

“The eucatastrophic tale is the true form of fairy-tale, and its highest function…In its fairy-tale setting, it is a sudden and miraculous grace; never to be counted on to recur. It does not deny the existence of dyscatastrophe, of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance; it denies universal, final defeat and in so far is evangelium, giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy, Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, “On Fairy-Stories”  
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