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Easter Morn

A wisp of angel tears falls from the realm

of joy to kiss the earth, and clouded skies

deny the full resplendent burst of rays

ethereal from touching her too soon.

That this of all days woven into time

by He who holds the tapestry in hand–

today, the day His Son rose gloriously

and shattered death’s repugnant victory–

should start with falling rain and shadowed skies.


Yet almost, almost, just beyond the words

unraveling within confusedly,

I see the strange design, the message clear

of mystery so trivial to be.

Renewal, Mystery; these brethren are

the answer: rain to raise the sleeping ground

in glory, cloud to cover joy and light

too wondrous yet for us to comprehend

yet let  in just a sliver, keeping hope.


Wondrous are your miracles unseen,

Oh Lord! My joy, my hope, remain in you.

Resplendent light, you shine not to be seen

but deep within, igniting love and flame

of passion, such that chains fall like the rain

to clatter on the pavement left behind

for fields, refreshing  life. Alleluia!

This is my song, my life, my hope, the song

that frees the world from sin. Come, Church! Rejoice!





Jorge Cardinal Bergoglio, Pope Francis I

Prayer for the Pope by Pope Leo XIII

O Lord, we are the millions of believers, humbly kneeling at Thy feet and begging Thee to preserve, defend and save the Sovereign Pontiff for many years. He is the Father of the great fellowship of souls and our Father as well. On this day, as on every other day, he is praying for us also, and is offering unto Thee with holy fervor the sacred Victim of love and peace.

Wherefore, O Lord, turn Thyself toward us with eyes of pity; for we are now, as it were, forgetful of ourselves, and are praying above all for him. Do Thou unite our prayers with his and receive them into the bosom of Thine infinite mercy, as a sweet savor of active and fruitful charity, whereby the children are united in the Church to their Father. All that he asks of Thee this day, we too ask it of Thee in unison with him.

Whether he weeps or rejoices, whether he hopes or offers himself as a victim of charity for his people, we desire to be united with him; nay more, we desire that the cry of our hearts should be made one with his. Of Thy great mercy grant, O Lord, that not one of us may be far from his mind and his heart in the hour that he prays and offers unto Thee the Sacrifice of Thy blessed Son. At the moment when our venerable High Priest, holding in His hands the very Body of Jesus Christ, shall say to the people over the Chalice of benediction these words: “The peace of the Lord be with you always,” grant, O Lord, that Thy sweet peace may come down upon our hearts and upon all the nations with new and manifest power. Amen.

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