The Lament of a Son for His Hermit Father
“As thine arrows have pierced me, and thou hast laid thy hand upon me.” Psalm 37. Whence, in this hour, have the inconstant winds of lamentation arisen? Whence, in this time, have the clouds of bitter sorrow descended? Whence, in this year, have the pangs of grievous despondency come upon me? The winds have blown—and…