Oddly enough, I was deeply inspired when walking along the highway on Thursday evening, from whence arrived
In the dark, curved expansion, chills sharpened
My observance of most mighty Nothing
In her beautiful sunsurface arcing
Not at all, cradled in night mist hearkened
To rerisen spring's maturing splendour.
Pierced is she, albeit, by bubb'ling blooms
Of water traps, silverleaf-bordered tombs
Of overambitious man's defender.
Hear now, I know angels lurk lovingly
In this realm, making helpful circuits fast.
As they do, I'll cleave to Christ's spirit cast
Of those same waters Aaron did once free.
The Word will prevail through the darkest eve,
And let me avail at this orb's reprieve.
Yes, the cold does focus one's attention: especially before Holy Mass. I find prayers most forthcoming when there is a chill in the air. Tomorrow looks to be a good Lord's Day- except that I must work. There is little homework , but I will write an essay about my interest in Assumption College's Honor Program.
What must I say: Carpe diem!