"Just think..."

"Just think, Miss Renie, that same moon that's shinin' down on me this very moment, is shinin' down--on Pete's tomatoes!"

--Tambey Tyree

The Twelve Promises of Our Lord Jesus Christ To Saint Margaret Mary

for those devoted to His Sacred Heart:

1-I will give them all the graces necessary for their state of life.

2-I will establish peace in their families.

3-I will console them in all their troubles.

4-They shall find in My Heart an assured refuge during life and especially at the hour of their death.

5-I will pour abundant blessings on all their undertakings.

6-Sinners shall find in My Heart the source of an infinite ocean of mercy.

7-Tepid souls shall become fervent.

8-Fervent souls shall speedily rise to great perfection.

9-I will bless the homes where an image of My Heart shall be exposed and honored.

10-I will give to priests the power of touching the most hardened hearts.

11-Those who propagate this devotion shall have their names written in My Heart, never to be effaced.

12-The all-powerful love of My Heart will grant to all those who shall receive Communion on the First Friday of nine consecutive months the grace of final repentance; they shall not die under My displeasure, nor without receiving their Sacraments; My heart shall be their assured refuge at that last hour.

Saint Margaret Mary, pray for us.

Leaves...

"The leaves fall patiently.

Nothing remembers or grieves.

The river takes to the sea

The yellow drift of leaves."

- Sara Teasdale

Sticks and stones...

Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.”

--Victor Hugo

The Prayer of Saint Teresa of Avila

"Let nothing disturb you.
Let nothing frighten you.
All things pass away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things.
He who has God
finds he lacks nothing;
God alone suffices."

Saint Teresa of Avila, pray for us

"O Wild West Wind, Thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou who from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing..."

--from Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sing along

Oh, can you hear me sing to you?

You're far away: yes, that is true.

But still I sing, and all along

I wonder if you hear my song;

and hope that if you really do

that you will start to sing it, too.