Of Days and Seasons

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 …

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Poetry: Frost – In a Disused Graveyard

"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."

Poetry: Coleridge – Epitaph

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, …

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Poetry: Donne – Holy Sonnet X

"One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." #JohnDonne #HolySonnetX

Part 2: Allhallowmas: Saints, Feasts, and Holidays

Below is the poem that the better-known spelling of halloween came from. -- "Halloween" By Robert Burns. 1759 - 1796 Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the route is ta’en, Beneath the moon’s pale beams; There, up the …

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