Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Good Friday

Gall is the taste of life when we

Who live must bear our Calvary.

On this day our Master died--

Christ, our Lord, the Crucified.

Upon the cross in agony

He shed his blood for love of me.

In every street, on every hill,

The Heart that stopped is beating still.



--Vincent Holm

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