By death, “we get nearer and nearer to our home, Heaven” and to God, “who is our only security.”
Tag: Hope
Poetry Repost: “How can I call it good?”
At the beginning of the Lenten season, I shared a poem I wrote a couple of years ago for a project a friend headed. This is another artistic reflection for that same project, only specifically written for Good Friday. I actually wrote this poem before being approached for this project, but I shared it there …
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 – Ash Wednesday
“Yes—deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide,Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart abide.Calm be the voice, the aspect bold, No shuddering pass o’er lip or brow,For why should Innocence be told The pangs that guilty spirits bow? “The loving eye that watches thine Close as …
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."
Madelyn Rose Craig 