The House of Christmas
There fared a mother driven forthOut of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homelessAll men are at home.The crazy stable close at hand,With shaking timber and shifting
There fared a mother driven forthOut of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homelessAll men are at home.The crazy stable close at hand,With shaking timber and shifting
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
Here is a sonnet for the love of my life: The Key to My HeartFor Janet How can it be that I feel youngernow, with you, than I did in
The Virgin Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrostWith the least shade of thought to sin allied.Woman! above all women glorified,Our tainted nature’s solitary boast;Purer than foam on central ocean tost;Brighter
Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soulShall (though she now be in extreme degreeToo stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) beFreed by that drop, from being starved,
You came into our life on feetlike dusty heartbeats, beating bare,your human heart out-pouring loveand life for one whom even deathitself could not keep back from you.And I have nothing
One of my favorite priests on planet Earth is Fr. Michael Sweeney, OP. So I’m sharing this with you so you can get to know him a bit:
What is the song the stars sing?(And a million songs are as song of one)This is the song the stars sing:(Sweeter song’s none) One to set, and many to sing,(And
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