We Must not Grow Bitter

But we must not grow bitter. Perhaps we shall some day climb out of this present day trough; as Scott delighted to quote, ‘Patience, cousin, and shuffle the cards.’* And even if no change ever comes, if the barbarism on which we now seem to be entering is to prove the last illness, the death-bed … Continue reading We Must not Grow Bitter

This Much – O Heaven

THIS much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave. If I dare snarl between this sun and sod, Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own, In sun … Continue reading This Much – O Heaven

Do Not Fear Death

Food for thought: “The weakest of my people do not fear death. It is the Bent One, the lord of your world, who wastes your lives and befouls them with flying from what you know will overtake you in the end. If you were subjects of Maleldil you would have peace” CS Lewis