The Poem That Made Me Cry . . . Like a Sissy.

I’m currently reading Francis Collins’ (the bloke who lead the project which mapped the human genome—no biggy). book, “The Language of God.” In it he quotes a sonnet by Sheldon Vanauken. When I read the third stanza, I got that stabbing, breathless, I’m-about-to-cry-like-a-little-sissy-girl feeling. Here’s the sonnet. If you don’t like it, it’s totally your fault. […]