Something More There’s something moreBeyond that doorThan what meets the eyeTiny HostWe adore the mostOn the altar there abidesAppears as breadChrist, risen from the dead,The ultimate sacrificeWho we abhor with our sinBy his mercy, He lets us inTo gaze upon Him, pure...
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...
