The first life, in the mother’s womb is spent, Where she her nursing power doth only use; Where, when she finds defect of nourishment, She expels her body, and this world she views. This we call Birth; but if the child could speak, He Death would call it; and of Nature plain, That […]
Give me my scallop shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope’s true gage, And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body’s balmer, No other balm will there be given, Whilst my soul, like a […]
I love old boneyards. I really do. Not in a morose kind of way, though. It’s healthy, in fact. Let me explain what I mean.
Death is the release of our person to eternity.
Charlotte’s Web E.B. White These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world.… Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture […]