Henry wher’d you go, I

thought I heard your

whisper

in that willow, my

eyes blind to you

in mind, yet

my heart

sees you move

across the floor your

gait, your groove

oh how I know

your pace, that face

so out of place in

this world we know

brother why’d you go and

leave me here, alone

if I could have you

back again, I’d sell myself

my life, my limb just

to feel your gaze and then

we’d be us

and you would see, the

whys of why

you couldn't leave

good and evil

" I think evil is always small, and that good is infinite. Evil closes itself to God and thus becomes even smaller; Good opens itself to God and thus becomes infinite. Evil cannot become so large as to fill even the universe. God became so small that He could fill Hell and then burst it asunder because it could not contain Him. Every good deed will have eternal remembrance, but even the largest deeds of the evil will be forgotten."

                                                                              Father Stephen

Love=

For Catharine

      

 Lord, make me an instrument

of your peace,

Where there is hatred,

 let me sow love;

Where there is injury,

 pardon;

Where there is doubt,

 faith;

Where there is despair,

hope;

Where there is darkness,

 light;

Where there is sadness,

 joy;

O Divine Master,

 grant that I

may not so much seek to be consoled

 as to console;

to be understood

as to understand;

to be loved

as to love.

For it is in giving

that we receive;

it is in pardoning

that we are pardoned

And it is in dying

 that we are born

 to eternal life.

St. Francis was born at Assisi in 1182. After a care free youth, he turned his back on inherited wealth and committed himself to God. Like many early saints, he lived a very simple life of poverty, and in so doing, gained a reputation of being the friend of animals. He established the rule of St Francis, which exists today as the Order of St. Francis, or the Franciscans. He died in 1226, aged 44. My beautiful Catharine was born on his feast day.

   



Paul Henry Whittlesey O'Neill

Passion of Mercy,

lead me on

through shadows crossing,

valley low

beyond the pale

of winter's snow

'til from the soles of hallowed feet

I rise triumphant vessel meek

to you-

eternal light divine

beautific vision

mine to own