“Crossing the bar” is an expression I have not thought about in few months. It is something that periodically comes back to me these days, generally in association with a death of someone I know. Something that happens much more frequently as you get older. Someone I know passed recently, and it had been several months since that had happened. (more…)
The Last Hero by G. K. Chesterton (not the one by G. W. Russell) is a poem I first read at an early age, and is one of several that I always come back too. I have been contemplating why this poem engender a desire to read it over and over again. While others I can read once and then never again. (more…)