Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd 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)

Think About

“The man who thinks he knows all the answers is either not a Christian at all or a Christian with a very defective sense of the mystery and wonder of his faith.” (Casserly, Langmead. Man’s Pain and God’s Goodness. Mowbray: London, 1951. P. 14)

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