And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate

A Thousand Fantasies Begin To Throng Into My Memory, Of Calling Shapes, And Beckoning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names On Sands And Shores And Desert Wildernesses

Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How Awful Goodness Is And Saw Virtue In Her Shape How Lovely: And Pined His Loss

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.