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The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe

The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-flixed
Snowflake; that ’s fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing’s life;
This needful, never spent,
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Third Sunday After Easter – by John Keble

Third Sunday After Easter
John Keble (a leading figure in the Oxford Movement, but who did not swim the Tiber)
[A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come; but as soon as she is delivered of … Continue reading

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Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot

Have you ever read or studied T.S Eliot’s poem Ash Wednesday?
You should have, you know.
Let us not let Ash Wednesday pass without at least touching on the poem.
If you have never read or heard it, at least you can hear … Continue reading

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PODCAzT 127: The Eve of St Agnes and a Bleak Midwinter

A priest friend reminded me that today is the day before St. Agnes Day, “The Eve of St Agnes” and that, therefore, this would be a good day to post about the famous poem by John Keats.
And so I did!
I … Continue reading

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PODCAzT 112: Winter poems – corrected

Well… I went and did it again.  I made a PODCAzT.
And then I screwed up and posted the wrong audio file.   I have now corrected that.  Sorry.
I’m not going to say what’s in it other than that there are some … Continue reading

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Too many ornaments on your Rosary…Poem

There are may ways to recite the Most Holy Rosary.  The basic paradigm changes from country to country.  In Italy, for example, the recitation of the Rosary usually includes the Litany of the Blessed Virgin.  In the USA, people often … Continue reading

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Gathering Leaves

Biretta tip to the Laudator
Robert Frost, Gathering Leaves:
    Spades take up leaves    No better than spoons,    And bags full of leaves    Are light as balloons.
    I make a great noise    Of rustling all day    Like rabbit and deer    Running away.
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