Speaker 1: Ah, Hello, dear listener, Thank you for dropping by. It's
always nice to have a little company when temperatures drop.
You know why fall and the harvest season will always
be first in my heart. Winter has its own charm
and mystique when it comes to things beyond the veil.
In fact, winter was once considered the time of the dead.
Not fall, the apparent life force of the world fading
away to bare branches and frozen lakes, laughter and bird's song,
but a memory floating on the wind. So precious is
this life force that folks of the very olden days
would bring in evergreens to lift their spirits when the
outdoors offered little more than a monochron palate and scant
rations of light. It makes sense that out of this
winter would become a time of remembrance. We would seek
to keep those who left us, one way or another
alive in our memory, still felt and mourned, and loved.
A balm and a comfort when faced with a world
slowing and fading away. When it gets cold outside and
the first snow lays on the ground and all the
world goes quiet, I am reminded of a poem by
Edgar Allan poe called spirits of the dead, Thy soul
shall find itself alone mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone,
not one of all the crowd to pry into thine
hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude which is
not loneliness. For then the spirits of the dead, who
stood in life before thee, are again in death around thee,
and their will shall then overshadow thee. Be still, for
the night, though clear, shall frown, and the stars shall
look not down from their high thrones in the heaven
with light like hope to mortals given, but their red
orbs without beam. To thy weariness shall seem as a
burning and a fever which would cling to thee forever.
Now our thoughts thou shalt not vanish. Now are visions
ne'er to vanish from thy spirit. Shall they pass no
more like dew drop from the grass. The breeze the
breath of God is still, and the mist upon the
hill shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees a mystery of mysteries.
I don't know what winter holds for you, dear listener,
or what the next year will bring. But if you
find yourself adrift or unsure, take a moment to step
outside and breathe deep the sea till chilly air, and
remember you are not alone. Stay warm, my friend, and
may you remember and safeguard all that brings you life
and joy. Oh ole son, my dear, for.
Speaker 2: So will take God co of kindness yet
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