Our Morning Offering – 27 August – Virgin Full of Goodness, Mother of Mercy By St Thomas Aquinas — AnaStpaul (Reblog)

Our Morning Offering – 27 August – “The Month of the Immaculate Heart of Mary” and Feast of Our Lady Health of the Sick and Mary’s Day Virgin Full of Goodness,Mother of MercyBy St Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274)Doctor angelicusDoctor communis Virgin full of goodness,Mother of mercy,I entrust to you my body and my soul,my thoughts and […]

Our Morning Offering – 27 August – Virgin Full of Goodness, Mother of Mercy By St Thomas Aquinas — AnaStpaul

Thought for the Day – 16 August – Lapsing into Sin — AnaStpaul (Reblog)

Thought for the Day – August – Meditations with Antonio Cardinal Bacci (1881-1971) Lapsing into Sin “When we have spent many years fighting our evil inclinations, praying and forming resolutions, it saddens us when we fall into grave sin once again.A lapse like this can be very discouraging and can make us feel that it […]

Thought for the Day – 16 August – Lapsing into Sin — AnaStpaul

Haiku: Faith

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Faith you would destroy
though the mind will carry on –
another time comes

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Haiku: The Light

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Even unto the
end of the world – corruption
can’t obscure the light

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Poem: Ether

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Our Father lives in the charged ether,
above and all around us
in splendid symmetry,
the source of life and love and healing.
The fabulous towers, the spires
and flowering tracery of organic design,
were all conceived and built by better men than us
in an age of gold.
These, the natural avenues of life
in which our ancestors sat, goodness drawn down
into those cleansing naves
where the deep organ soothed,
where we took the true medicine, giving thanks,
not to some mystery or intangible presence,
but the reality of His environment, His conduit,
His soft conversation with us
which we have – nearly all of us –
forgotten, our memory blighted, expunged,
erased, while we plod obliviously
around the stark bare stones and ruined choirs
in awe of a shell, without ever seeing the whole,
the rich truth of the past
and future’s promise
in this penurious present.

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