I.Here is your son, of tender flesh,Revealer of what lies beneath.Divine and flesh and blood enmeshed,The pain of healing to you bequeathed. Young Sophia’s wisdom spokenImpressed the mind but not…
Category: Poetry
Yesterday I quoted the last line of this prayer. Below is the prayer in it’s entirety from Telliard De Chardin. After reading, I’m interested in hearing your answer to this…
“Above all, trust in the slow work of God, our loving vine-dresser.” -Teillard de Chardin If you have been around church people for any more than a week you have…