This is the dew which falls from heaven To bring God’s life to earth.
We come to you dear Jesus, For to whom else can we go, To bring our puerile complaints
(Luke 8:38-42) Of all who heard God’s call And sped away One to his pick and spade,
Professor Drew was known to hold With certainty both firm and bold That this, our world, is far too old For even God to have had us told The story of humanity.
Our sky is bright, our earth is gay, And heaven overflows with joy; A Virgin bore a child today, And God is her baby boy. From Divine Alchemy
This essay is dedicated to Father Michael Jarecki, who loves the Blessed Mother very much, and is himself very beloved — and, he has for many, many years now, remained so deeply faithful to Christ, knowing both the tears of … Continue reading
The thing that abides All true poets and All philosophers share. Universalized here, Singularized there. Divine Alchemy
The Unitarian, Dr. Lee Is pleased he does not disagree, With God on points, perhaps two or three.
When Satan fails to make us bad, He is most content to keep us sad; For a heavy heart cannot contain Buoyant thoughts from the high domain, And must perforce gravitate To matters of a lower state.
What seek ye, brave and valiant knight Well armed and well prepared? So much in earnest for a fight So eager not to be spared.
Some people talk to let you see How beautiful their words can be, And some, their meaning to convey, But some to keep it hid away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, one of the greatest poets to grace the sunrise of American literature in the mid-nineteenth century, had more than a passing interest in Catholic themes. Study travels to the European countrysides, which were granted him by Maine’s Bowdoin College, … Continue reading
Whene’er a noble deed is wrought, Whene’er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise.
What do the “shores of Gitche Gumee by the shining Big-Sea-Water” have in common with the “Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie”? The Protestant American author of Evangeline and The Song of Hiawatha is not generally associated with the … Continue reading
I speak not now ‘midst awesome clouds Nor give my law on stones, For now I’ve come to be your Child In flesh and blood and bones.