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Joanna S’s last login was Thursday, November 3, 2011.
Sunlight upon Judea's hills
And on the waves of Galilee,
On Jordan's streams and on the rills
That feed the dead and sleeping sea;
Most freshly from the green wood springs
The light breeze on its scented wings;
And gaily quiver in the sun
The cedar-tops of Lebanon.
A few more hours--a change hath come!
The sky is dark without a cloud;
The shouts of joy and wrath are dumb,
And proud knees unto earth are bowed.
A change is on the hill of death,
The helmeted watchers pant for breath,
And turn with wild and maniac eyes
From the dark scene of sacrifice.
That Sacrifice!--the death of Him,
The high and ever Holy One!
Well may the conscious heaven grow dim
And blacken the beholding sun!
The wonted light hath fled away,
Night settles on the middle day,
And Earthquake from his caverned bed
Is waking with a thrill of dread.
The dead are waking underneath!
Their prison door is rent away!
And, ghastly with the seal of death,
They wander in the eye of day!
The temple of the Cherubim,
The House of God is cold and dim;
A curse is on its trembling walls;
Its mighty veil asunder falls!
Well may the caverned depths of Earth
Be shaken and her mountains nod;
Well may the sheeted dead come forth
To gaze upon a suffering God!
Well may the temple-shrine grow dim,
And shadows veil the Cherubim,
When He, the chosen one of heaven,
A sacrifice for guilt is given!
And shall the sinful heart alone
Behold unmoved the atoning hour,
When Nature trembles on her throne'
And Death reigns his iron power?
Oh! shall the heart--whose sinfulness
Gave keeness to His sore distress,
And added to His tears of blood
Refuse its trembling gratitude?
--John Greenleaf Whittier
haha hey im just trying to expand my shelf a bit! i can never think of any books that ive read besides dr. seuss... HAhahah LOL yeah i do realize that, you're shelf would be packed! as is mine.. haha well my shelf isn't nearly ful enough, i know ive read more i just can't think!
I hope your Mother's Day was as blessed as our family's, here's a poetic bouquet . . .
When Mother Prayed
Somehow God always seemed so real,
Somehow I could not doubt nor feel
That God was ever far away,
When I could hear my mother pray;
Somehow when she would kneel in prayer,
God always seemed to meet her there.
When she would kneel beside my bed,
With her dear hands upon my head,
My little heart would cease to fear,
And God would seem to come so near;
Somehow, someway, when Mother prayed,
I could not, dared not, feel afraid.
And when she prayed for Him to keep
Me through the night, and give me sleep
And rest until the break of day,
I felt that it must be, someway;
That round about me was His arm,
And He could keep me safe from harm.
When Mother prayed! O precious hour,
When God would come in mighty power!
O memory sweet! O hallowed place
Where God did shine in Mother's face!
Somehow in prayer she found such rest;
Somehow her soul God always blest.
When Mother prayed! Ah, then I knew
Within my soul that God is true;
I could no longer doubt His love;
And, yielding all, born from above,
My soul was filled with peace divine,
And Mother's God was thenceforth mine.
Hey Joanna! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you! My in-laws were in town for 5 days so we were pretty busy entertaining and showing them around Portland. It was very nice to have company (as im sure you know!). Anways, I love reading about marriage! hehe. The books are a helpful reminder to me of what it means to be a Catholic wife and soon to be mother...to offer my day and every little thing that I do as a sacrifice to God. So...in general, the books are a fun read, easy and they peak my interest. :) I am always looking for ways to improve myself....and I love to read...so why not!