Saturday's are for Reading

The other day Fr. Michael piled me high with books to read and take notes from for the formation program I am currently working on. Not a single book is boring, and I've sampled every one of them. The rainy day lends itself to a quiet contemplative atmosphere, so I'm going to use it without guilt to read, read and read some more.

I probably should apologize for using the F word in my last post, but ya know, sometimes a good old Anglo-Saxon word is the only word to say it. The word itself is as old as Anglo-Saxons. If you were offended I am sorry.

As for the future I see bright skies shining through a rainy day. The joy that is ours because we are redeemed (and I can hear Joe now saying, "that man is too serious") must always win out over weather, depression, anger, etc. et. al., ad nauseum.

I pray for you all, I love you all. And now poetry I did not write for you all.

John Donne
A Litany
VI.

THE ANGELS.

And since this life our nonage is,
And we in wardship to Thine angels be,
Native in heaven's fair palaces
Where we shall be but denizen'd by Thee ;
As th' earth conceiving by the sun,
Yields fair diversity,
Yet never knows what course that light doth run ;
So let me study that mine actions be
Worthy their sight, though blind in how they see.