O the peace and thoughts of Love,Passive Silence from above,O how the raging storm stills,No more ego or self will.A mind of stress and thoughts obsessed,And finally a time of rest,A quiet mind with zero thoughts,Back to a time I had forgot.
O the joy of silenceWithin each waiting hourO the peace of quietPassive lonely power.O how she comes and talks& by my side she walksMystical union of MindsAssuring me God is mine.She looks gently to the floorI glance towards the doorAnd gently we must partBack to a world of “that”.O how she brings such hope…
It was really interesting for me how the Iranian USA peace deal largely came into force on the first day of Muhurram.
One little joy I love is celebrating the feast day of St Aloysius Gonzaga (Italian: Luigi Gonzaga; 9 March 1568 – 21 June 1591) A day when I try to make the effort to visit the Church. Today in our local Cathedral, they had a second class relic for veneration on his feast day even though it … Read more
I found this small memorial in the crypt of the Pieterskerk in Utrecht, Netherlands.There are many small boxes there which presumably contain the ashes of the deceased. – like a kind of remembrance garden. One of them is for a young man who died in 1983. The world has forgotten him. I wonder who he … Read more
Kleine bloemen in de kamer, vol kleur, zoals de ideeën in mijn hoofd, dansend, levend, springlevend in een nieuwe dag…
In de duisternis, bent U mijn licht Maria, help me U meer lief te hebben
Today I walked in the cemetery. I heard a voice: Why do you seek the living among the dead? I answered: Because the dead accept me, without argument. The.
O loving Mother walk with me Across thy mountain way Through the trees and thorny paths From dawn to dusk each day Help me heal my stubborn pride Let my.
The Lamp of Hope The lamp that lights all darkness Is drawn from sorrows vein Angels tend its lonely wick To see its glow remain Its rays spark soft and.