In the Fall

Tis not the age of lushy, dewy dawn the springtime of our race when we knew not right or wrong. In the gardens of the past, before we knew a story had begun There was room for naive error afore the coming of the Son. But not for us -no- for we live in the fall: the anticipatory autumn afore the harvest at the twilight of time. What powers have been set before us! A wealth of resources to wield both right and wrong. And there are fewer and fewer excuses for wild error now that the deposit of faith has grown so great. We live in an age that requires precision and care, and a heart that can hear our Lord's still, small voice amidst the panicked crescendo of time. 2025-03-13 ~8:45-8:56 PM thought of ~7:30 AM on March 11th or 12th