A friend introduced me to this collection of poems by Rev. Keble a while back, and I thought his reflection on All Saints' Day would be fitting to share with you. Why blow’st thou not, thou wintry wind, Now every leaf is brown and sere, And idly droops, to thee resigned, The fading chaplet of the …
I met a dragon face to facethe year when I was ten,I took a trip to outer space,I braved a pirate's den,I wrestled with a wicked troll,and fought a great white shark,I trailed a rabbit down a hole,I hunted for a snark. I stowed aboard a submarine,I opened magic doors,I traveled in a time machine,and …
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Alone am I on the mountain,O royal Sun! prosper my pathAnd then I shall have nothing to fear.Were I guarded by six thousand,Though they might defend my skin,When the hour of death is fixed,Were I guarded by six thousand,In no fortress could I be safe.Even in a church the wicked are slain,Even in an isle …
For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
A friend of mine, for the last couple of years, has hosted a Book of Concord reflection series on Substack. I believe I have shared one of the pieces I wrote for it, but I cannot remember. However, I wrote a poem for this week not on the BoC but for Holy Week, especially Good …
Madelyn Rose Craig 