Abide With Me

Change and decay in all around I see.
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Henry Francis Lyte (1847)

Author: Dora

The unearned splendor of being means we can always meet on a common plane of gratitude, aiming in conversation, art, or writing towards “something understood.”

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