Meditation for the Feast of All Saints

 

Jesus Christ alone is singly to be loved; for He alone is found faithful above all friends. For His sake, and in Him, let enemies as well as friends be dear to thee; and for all these you must pray to Him, that all may know and love Him.

--from The Following of Christ.

Feast of All Saints

Love is not loved

Love wins? 

Yes, He does, at the end of the world. But, for now, while the world grows darker by the day, I can only echo the words of Saint Francis of Assisi which explain so much about the world as it now appears: "Love is not loved." And, alas, in that we all have some part.

--Kindred Spirit

 We shall steer safely through every storm, so long as our heart is right, our intention fervent, our courage steadfast, and our trust fixed on God.

--Saint Francis de Sales

Happy 28th birthday, Kollin.

Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow

          In a soundless space;

With footsteps quiet and slow,

          At a tranquil pace,

          Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,

          And you in wool,

White as white cow's milk,

          More beautiful

          Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town

          In a windless peace;

We shall step upon white down,

          Upon silver fleece,

          Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:

          Wherever we go

Silence will fall like dews

          On white silence below.

          We shall walk in the snow. 

--Elinor Wylie

Light

                                                                                    

 "...you don't have to know just what people are doing and feeling to be of assistance to them. Your own life seems to you like a very small lighted room, with great darkness all around it, and you can't see out into the darkness and know what is happening there. But light and warmth from your room can go out into the darkness--if you don't have the windows selfishly curtained, keep a brave fire burning, and light all the happy candles you can.”

 --Elizabeth Goudge in Gentian Hill

Robin Song

I heard the robins singing

in frozen, snowy trees;

And I wondered how,

in bitter cold,

with Spring so far away,

such hope could move those tiny hearts

to sing for joy unseen.

--Kindred Spirit