In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan;Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak mid-winterLong ago. I know very few poems by Christina Rossetti, but her winter and Christmas poems and songs have found a special place in my heart, and this one more than most. …
"Never again? Why not again? Memory has power as real as thine." #Brontë
"This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long." Let us love well and rejoice in these days that we have while we walk them, taking in stride all that the seasons bring with them. #Sonnet73
For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."
Them Before Us explains what children's rights are and how they have been violated, and how we can build a better world for them starting now.
Madelyn Rose Craig 