Poems & Selections

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where this is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life

By E.E. Cummings if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but it will be a heaven of black red roses my father will be(deep like a rose tall like a rose) standing near my (swaying over […]
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight, a voice at my side whispered, “She is gone.” But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered […]
May your heart be warm and happy With the lilt of Irish laughter Every day in every way And forever and ever after.
God looked around his garden And He found an empty place. And then He looked down upon the earth, And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you, And lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were […]