Goood morning linguists.
Here is a word we all know and rarely use. Perhaps the time has come. It is the hour of darkness descending as a knell upon our enfeebled heads.
During this Nativity Fast (Advent) season, we are called upon—with God’s help—to rise above the stygian depths of our sins, and of this fallen world—through fasting, Confession, the Divine Liturgy, and—yes—Thanksgiving!!!!
Blessed Thanksgiving (both the Holy Eucharist and the American November Feast) to all!!!!
Stygian, huh?
I can fix that for you.
To Day
Darkness, made the more profound,
By silence, whose husbanded sound,
Has stretched the firmament of stilled air,
Until it almost seems about to tear...
Then worn and tattered threadbare night,
Whose shivering stars have tithed their meager light,
Surrenders to a youthful sun to rouse up all the dew,
As elder brethren go to sleep, all blanketed in blue.
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NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . October 8, 2005