Author: Julia Spencer-Fleming

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• Gillian Strickland (1)
  • IN: Out Of The Deep I Cry (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You may have tangible wealth untold; Casketes of jewels and coffers of gold, Richer than I you can never be- I had a Mother who read to me.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• E. E. Cummings (1)
  • IN: To Darkness And To Death (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height
    FROM: 50 Poems, (1940), Book, US
• Clarence B. Kelland (1)
  • IN: To Darkness And To Death (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Bible (1)
  • IN: To Darkness And To Death (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
    FROM: Ezek. 18:27, (-165), Bible, NULL
• Christopher Wordsworth (1)
  • IN: To Darkness And To Death (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The day is gently sinking to a close, Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows: O Brightness of Thy Father’s glory, Thou eternal Light of light, be with us now: Where Thou art present darkness cannot be; Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee. Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end; Onward to darkness and to death we tend; O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide; Be Thou our Light in death’s dark eventide; Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer, Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail, And earthly hopes and human succors fail; When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, And hear Thy voice, “Fear not, for it is I.” The weary world is moldering to decay, Its glories wane, its pageants fade away: In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, May we arise, awakened by Thy call, With Thee, O Lord, forever to abide, In that blest day which has no eventide.
    FROM: The Day Is Gently Sinking to a Close, (1863), NULL, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: All Mortal Flesh (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let all mortal flesh keep silence, And with fear and trembling stand; Ponder nothing earthly-minded, For with blessing in his hand Christ our God to earth descendeth, Our full homage to demand. King of kings, yet born of Mary, As of old on earth he stood, Lord of lords in human vesture, In the Body and the Blood, He will give to all the faithful His own self for heavenly food. Rank on rank the host of heaven Spreads its vanguard on the way, As the Light of Light descendeth From the realms of endless day, That the powers of hell may vanish As the darkness clears away. At his feet the six-winged seraph; Cherubim with sleepless eye, Veil their faces to the Presence, As with ceaseless voice they cry: “Alleluia, alleluia! Alleluia, Lord Most High!”
    FROM: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence – Liturgy of St. James; para. by Gerard Moultrie The Hymnal, 1982, The Church Publishing Company, (1982), NULL, NULL
  • IN: One Was a Soldier (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I BELIEVE IN… THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS…
    FROM: The Apostles’ Creed, The Book of Common Prayer, (1662), Religious Text, NULL
• Isaac Watts (1)
  • IN: I Shall Not Want (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his Name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; One word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thy oil anoints my head. The sure provision of my God Attend me all my days; Oh, may thy house be mine abode And all my work be praise. There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home.
    FROM: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) paraphrase of Psalm 23, The Hymnal, 1982, The Church Pension Fund, (1982), NULL, UK
• Stephen Crane (1)
  • IN: One Was a Soldier (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.
    FROM: War is Kind, (1896), Poem, US
• Delmer Daves and Leo Mccary (1)
  • IN: In the Bleak Midwinter (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: WINTER MUST BE COLD FOR THOSE WITH NO WARM MEMORIES.
    FROM: An Affair to Remember, (1957), Film, US
• Christina Rossetti (1)
  • IN: In the Bleak Midwinter (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign; In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God incarnate, Jesus Christ. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; But his mother, in her maiden bliss, Worshiped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would do my part; Yet what I can give him: give him my heart.
    FROM: IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER, (1872), Poem, UK
• William Cowper (1)
  • IN: A Fountain Filled With Blood (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away. Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more. Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more. E’er since, by faith, I was the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave. Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
    FROM: Conyer’s Collections of Psalms and Hymns, (1772), Book, US
• Henry. J Washburn and George F. Root (1)
  • IN: A Fountain Filled With Blood (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: WE WILL MEET, BUT WE WILL MISS HIM THERE WILL BE HIS VACANT CHAIR WE WILL LINGER TO CARESS HIM WHILE WE BREATHE OUR EVENING PRAYER
    FROM: The Vacant Chair, (1861), Song, US