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 …
It is that time of year again when we gather with family and friends, celebrating the season's particular feasts and memories, and I find myself contemplative. It is somewhat interesting, and maybe a bit sad, that we call these last couple months of the year The Holiday Season. In reality, there are holidays, and Holy …
"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."
Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God,And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sodA poet lies, or that which once seemed he.O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;That he who many a year with toil of breathFound death in life, may here find life in death!Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fameHe asked, …
"One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." #JohnDonne #HolySonnetX
Madelyn Rose Craig 