Biography of Jean Renwick
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Our frailties are invincible, our virtues barren;
The battle goes sore against us to the going down of the sun.
Robert Louis Stevenson
(PULVIS ET UMBRA fr. Across the Plains)
Wandering between two worlds, one dead
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
(fr. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse)
One Day Left
Make love in a rainforest,
Make love in the snow;
Through a storm in a graveyard
That’s how it would go.
Let the world try to scorn me
For the things that I have done.
Better to have done them,
Than to deny, hide or run.