The beauty of an evening walk Beneath the shrouded stars Where ripples on the pavement, Transformed by ambient light, Become a pseudo kind of sky A path for souls to trod. A darkness not yet absolut
Is it morbid to take such delight In the title of Mary, Our Lady of Sorrows? To spend a portion of each day Trying to meditate on the Passion of our Lord? As a Catholic, the “Memento Mori” scene Alm
I beg you LORD, by rule and measure, Make my heart into thy treasure. Grant me to love but with thy heart, To make my life your work of art. Guide me as I feel my way, Throughout
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