Poems & Selections

The Memorare

REMEMBER, O most gracious
Virgin Mary, that never was it
known that anyone who fled to
thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly to thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother;
to thee do I come; before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not
my petitions, but in thy mercy hear
and answer me. Amen.

May the joys of today Be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life Hold no dregs of sorrow.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves […]
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put his arms around you, and whispered, “Come to me.”