"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." #EmilyDickinson #poetry
We never tire of this dance because, unlike the mountain, we trust in a more reliable thing than either the seasonable birds or the crumbling mountain.
For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."
Oh poetry, how I love thee
With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come.The Merchant of Venice Who wants to talk about wrinkles, right? They are considered a sign of age and something to be avoided or minimized by any means necessary. And yet, I have this quote in two places in my office. One is on a candle, from a …