A face from the chambers – I couldn’t connect it
Like Dante’s Beatrice, beatific in black
Loquacious you weren’t – but I’ve come to expect it
How lovely to see you – it threw me off track.
As foliage withers and winter approaches
Let casting of shadows be gone from your art.
Lighten up, dark enchantress. Such coldness reproaches me.
Open your sepulcher, spirit and heart.
Will another bad poem, addressed to your Highness
Suffice to start thawing the frost in your soul?
Ennobling it isn’t, this taciturn shyness…
Vampire girl – be a sociable witch;
Even necrophiles hope for a smile, or a twitch.
Not your corpse, just your friendship tonight is the goal.
On Friday, much of the culture will be focused on candy and things that go bump in the night. Protestants, however, have something far more significant to celebrate on October 31. Friday is Reformation Day, which commemorates what was perhaps the greatest move of God’s Spirit since the days of the Apostles. But what is the significance of Reformation Day, and how should we consider the events it commemorates?
At the time, few would have suspected that the sound of a hammer striking the castle church door in Wittenberg, Germany, would soon be heard around the world and lead ultimately to the greatest transformation of Western society since the apostles first preached the Gospel throughout the Roman empire. Martin Luther’s nailing of his ninety-five theses to the church door on October 31, 1517, provoked a debate that culminated finally in what we now call the Protestant Reformation.
Sadness discolors everything; it leaves all objects charmless; it involves future prospects in darkness; it deprives the soul of all its aspirations, enchains all its powers, and produces a mental paralysis!
An old believer remarked, that cheerfulness in religion makes all its services come off with delight; and that we are never carried forward so swiftly in the ways of duty as when borne on the wings of delight; adding, that Melancholy clips such wings; or, to alter the figure, takes off our chariot wheels in duty, and makes them, like those of the Egyptians, drag heavily.
This multicultural poem is admirably recited by the dancing poetess
and is an acceptable burnt offering upon the altar of Diversity.