Our Lady of Walsingham
~ by Mack Hall O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen! Queen of our hearts and hopes, and of the May, Sweet Empress over forest, down, and dene, and happy Sunrise over the pilgrim’s way.…
~ by Mack Hall O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen! Queen of our hearts and hopes, and of the May, Sweet Empress over forest, down, and dene, and happy Sunrise over the pilgrim’s way.…
~by Lawrence "Mack" Hall Upon the Luminous Mountain a bell Calls all of us to Our Lady’s wounded Heart She looks at us with sorrow in her eyes Her scars are like the tears that…
Cleaning out a priest’s house Is a strange thing Like a sheep finding the shepherd Gone And the crook standing up And the hat, tossed to the side You wonder if he’ll ever come back…
The legends of Robin Hood and his Merry Men exert a near universal appeal, and have done so for generations. From ballads to books to films, the daring rebel spirit of the Prince of Thieves…
Beneath the dome A treasure sleeps As silent as the winds of love Proceeding from the darkest tomb White as the snows of winter’s freeze, White as the rays of summer’s blaze, A stillness penetrating…
Hell, like Heaven, is in many ways set apart from our knowing, and as with all things that are so, we grasp it through metaphors and conceive it through hyperbole. It is the garbage dump,…
In the previous article I discussed the parallel between the Christian and Tolkien’s version of the myth of creation. Another point to consider about it is how the world actually came into existence according to…
Too often I see people stagnate in their relationship with God. Too often I see the same stagnation in my own life. But I’ve had an idea – an idea that might seem bizarre, but…
In his time the City was made more fair than it had ever been, even in the days of its first glory; and it was filled with trees and with fountains, and its gates were…
By Jocelyne Ross Word Count: 340 Rating: G Summary: While Joyce lies comatose, she relives her life with her husband and family, as they try to wake her up. The next day, at home, Joyce…
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