The light shone out of emptiness, The void turned into space; From dirt and sea sprung life And the stars up in heaven sang. The Father loves His Son And wanted to give Him a Bride. The youth of love was marred too soon. Paradise was shattered. There’s a garden with an angel Standing guard …
I love the Romans. Last year, I took a class about the Roman Republic and absolutely fell in love with them. I could read or talk about them for hours. They fascinate me. I even wrote a sonnet from the point of view of a foot soldier during the First Punic War. For my senior …
“If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep and you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings” (Bing Crosby, “Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep)”). I’m not sure exactly why this song just popped into my head, but I am very glad it did. I recently realized that I’ve been complaining …