Soeur Marie Emelie"Soeur Marie Emelieis little and very old:her eyes are onyx, and her cheeks vermilion, her apron wide and kindand cobalt blue. She comfortsgenerations and generationsof children, who are "new"at the convent school. When they are eight, they are already up to her shoulder, they grow up and go into the world, she remains, forever, always incredibly old, but incredibly never older.. She has an affinity with the hens, When a hen dies, she sits down on a bench and cries, she is the only grown-up, whose tears are not frightening tears. Children can weep without shame, at her side.. Soeur Marie Emelie..her apron as wide and kindas skies on a summer dayand as clean and blue. Caryll Houselander
Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the...
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E.a. Bucchianeri
Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear...
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E.a. Bucchianeri
They said I would never live. I lived. They said I would never think. I think. They said I would never walk. I walked. They said I would never dance, but I never danced anyway.
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Benedict J. Groeschel
... how terrible is the pain of the mind and heart when the freedom of mankind is suppressed!
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E.a. Bucchianeri
I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might closeon my own peace, I wanted to closethe peace of my love in my heartlike dew in a dark rose." From "Philip Speaks
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Caryll Houselander
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God abides in men"" God abides in men, These are men who are simple, they are fields of corn.. Such men have mindslike wide grey skies, they have the grandeurthat the fools call emptiness. God abides in men. Some men are not simple, they live...
... those who seek the lost Lord will find traces of His being and beauty in all that men have made, from music and poetry and sculpture to the gingerbread men in the pâtisseries, from the final calculation of the pure mathematician to the first...
The Child Christ lives on from generation to generation in the poets, very often the frailest of men but men whose frailty is redeemed by a child's unworldliness, by a child's delight in loveliness, by the spirit of wonder. Christ was a poet, and all...
In many people Christ lives the life of the Host. Our life is a sacramental life. This Host life is like the Advent life, like the life of the Child in the womb, the Child in the swaddling bands, the Christ in the tomb. It...
We could scrub the floor for a tired friend, or dress a wound for a patient in a hospital, or lay the table and wash up for the family; but we shall not do it in martyr spirit or with that worse spirit of self-congratulation,...
