Some words on the coming of Spring;
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
By T.S. Eliot, the opening lines of “The Waste Land”
The taunting of early spring, the memories of last year, the promise of new life frighteningly ahead of us. We are condemned to God's forgiveness. We have no excuses left for not walking in His path.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
By T.S. Eliot, the opening lines of “The Waste Land”
The taunting of early spring, the memories of last year, the promise of new life frighteningly ahead of us. We are condemned to God's forgiveness. We have no excuses left for not walking in His path.
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