Sunday, September 13, 2009

Forgiveness




"To pardon an injustice received is to heal the wound in your own heart."

--Saint Vincent de Paul

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Ennio Morricone lauds Gregorian chant and criticizes contemporary church music

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Ennio Morricone lauds gregorian chant and criticizes contemporary church music

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We shall know one day


The sky leans dumb on the sea,
Aweary with all its wings;
And oh! the song the sea sings
Is dark everlastingly.
Our past is clean forgot,
Our present is and is not,
Our future's a seal'd seedplot,
And what betwixt them are we?
We who say as we go,
"Strange to think by the way,
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."
--from Dante Gabriel Rossetti's The Cloud Confines

Friday, September 11, 2009

Harvest- home!

"On earth we sang harvest-songs as the wheat came into the barn and the barracks were filled; you know there is no such time on a farm as when they get the crops in; and so in heaven it will be a harvest-song on the part of those who on earth sowed in tears and reaped in joy. Angels shout all through the heavens, and multitudes come down the hills crying, "Harvest-home! harvest-borne!"


--Thomas De Witt Talmage






Thursday, September 10, 2009

Let not hope be distraught...


"Ah! let not hope be still distraught,
But find in her its gracious goal,
Whose speech Truth knows not from her thought
Nor Love her body from her soul. "


--from Dante Gabriel Rossetti's Love-Lily

Autumn Flowers














I must have dreamed you,
although I can't be sure.
It didn't seem that way before
when you were real as day,
or as a Summer sky;
and I could feel you near me.
But that was long ago.
The seasons changed;
the scenes were rearranged,
and I can't see you anymore.
It's all so very strange,
and I am trying to recall
what I remember about you.
I wonder if it's true that
you were never there at all.


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

A Merry Heart...


O Lord, give me a good digestion as well as something to digest.
Give me health of body as well as the sense to keep it healthy.
Give me a holy soul, O Lord, which keeps its eyes on beauty and purity,
So that it will not be afraid on seeing sin.
Give me a soul that knows nothing of boredom, groans, and sighs.
Never let me be overly concerned for this inconstant thing that I call me.
Lord, give me a sense of humour,
So that I may take some happiness from this life and share it with others. Amen.
--Saint Thomas More