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Day’s Verse:

Love…endures all things.

1 Cor. 13:7

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Frankly, for the time being, the whole point of this blog is to count.

Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem “Adonais” has a couple stanzas that, though depressing, struck me:

‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep

With phantoms an unprofitable strife,

And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife

Invulnerable things.-We decay

Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief

Convulse us and consume us day by day,

And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

He has outsoared the shadow of our night;

Envy and calumny and hate and pain,

And that unrest which men miscall delight,

Can touch him not and torture not again;

From the contagion of the world’s slow stain

He is secure, and now can never mourn…

Countdown:

6 days