Poetry: Pope – The Dying Christian to His Soul

O Grave! where is thy victory?
    O Death! where is thy sting?

Memento Mori – No Man is an Island

By death, “we get nearer and nearer to our home, Heaven” and to God, “who is our only security.”

Review: The Saints of Whistle Grove

The Saint of Whistle Grove is a collection of stories glancing in on moments from different generations of this little settlement and how their lives, hopes, dreams, and failures shaped this church, even after death.

Poetry: Keble – Good Friday

"Wash me, and dry these bitter tears,       O let my heart no further roam,    ’Tis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears.       Long since—O call Thy wanderer home; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide."

Poetry: Hardy – The Darkling Thrush

"An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom."