Monday, October 12, 2009

Story Book


How beautifully it all began,


the story book of you and me.


Our words ran through the pages


like the river to the sea.


Ebb and flow--the waves were


stronger than I thought they'd be.


The wind grew cold; night followed day.


Then suddenly you closed the book.


How could the story end this way?

Let us think...



“Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murderers. The great dangers are within us. Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.”
--Victor Hugo

Crosses





"The crosses with which our path through life is strewn associate us with Jesus in the mystery of His crucifixion."
--St. John Eudes