Dreading the Holidays

At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere— Thou settest Earthquake in the South— And Maelstrom, in the Sea— Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth— Hast thou no arm for Me? Emily Dickinson, Poem 377 Autumn is just a few days away, and with it comes […]