Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Commemoration of Oscar Romero, archbishop and martyr, 1980

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk;
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), "A Better Resurrection"

Most loving God, your ways are not our ways; calm our hearts and soothe our questing minds with your wisdom.   Amen

 MEMORIZE A SCRIPTURE VERSE.