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Into The Darkest Hour It was a time like this,War & tumult of war,a horror in the air.Hungry yawned the...

Advent Hands I see the hands of Joseph.Back and forth along bare wood they move.There is worry in those working...

Advent Good Wishes Give you joy, wolf,when Messiah makes you meekand turns your roar into a cry thatjustice has...

Let Me Not Lose My Dream Let me not lose my dream, e'en though I scan the veil with eyes unseeing through their...

Continuities   Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.Nor...

On the Mystery of the Incarnation It's when we face for a momentthe worst our kind can do, and shudder to knowthe...

The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold The winter is cold, is cold.All’s spent in keeping warm.Has joy been frozen, too?I blow...

Advent Wind whistling, as it does in winter, and I think nothing of it until it snaps a shutter offher bedroom...

Advent Credo It is not true that creation and the human family are doomed to destruction and loss—This is true: For...

Advent Calendar He will come like last leaf’s fall.One night when the November windhas flayed the trees to bone,...