Spring Bursts Today, For Love Is Risen

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.

I Believe Because I Am Told To Believe ... My Faith Is Faith; It Is Not Evolved Out Of Argumentation, Nor Does It Seek The Aid Of That.

January Cold And Desolate; February Dripping Wet; March Wind Ranges; April Changes; Birds Sing In Tune To Flowers Of May, And Sunny June Brings Longest Day; In Scorched July The Storm-clouds Fly, Lightning-torn; August Bears Corn, September Fruit; In Rough October Earth Must Disrobe Her; Stars Fall And Shoot In Keen November; And Night Is Long And Cold Is Strong In Bleak December.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith; Patience Is The Early Blossom On The Tree Of Faith.

Be The Green Grass Above Me, With Showers And Dewdrops Wet; And If Thou Wilt, Remember, And If Thou Wilt, Forget.