Mr. Laing was a distant, working neighborLong ago, the snow was so deepHis Metropolitan muffled like…
Deadly sins surround meGod’s writ does not run hereAnymore. A sort of thin desireRules the roost and helpsAnger to bloom in me…
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for…
It’s all-too-easy to forget the last good summer When you’re sunk deep in a bad winter. Just as it’s…