Your flesh dwells within me Your breath my life now be My heart is with one accord Whence receiveth Thy Holy Word Overabundant be Thy Grace In the Holy Eucharist I now face All contained within suffice To sustain me for this life And upon death’s calling The...
Sometimes he preached hard like a boxer’s jaw. But sometimes he preached soft as the underside of a kitten’s paw. And sometimes he preached so joyful it shone through the sweetness of his smile. But sometimes he preached so soulful it stung...
When a writer pens poetry he or she uses a linguistic paintbrush to form in the mind of the reader a place full of emotion that no other writing style can express. Human experiences are so deep and so powerful that our language does them no justice. What seems like...