St Francis and the Wolf*The city trembled at the wolfoutside its gates, fangs fierce, howling with hunger, fur thick with blood.Francis approaches softly, palms open. When the wolf lunges his breath stays slow and steady,looks with eyes of love,smiles and bowsand the beast whimpers,licks the
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Christine Davis’s reflection and poem Life to Life. In recent years, after deaths and losses, changes and griefs, I’ve moved farther and
Click CC to turn closed captions on or off. On Pentecost*Spirit of courage,we stand huddled too,like the disciples in the upper room,wondering what is real and true anymore.Reveal to us the pulse of your firein each of our heartsand send us with bread and rosesout
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Truer words were never spoken.
This poem is beautiful. Thanks
Welcome brd, thanks for stopping by.
Blessings to each of you this day. Christine
Thank you, Christine.
I needed to hear get up, get up, go out.
just the words i needed to hear today. bless you.
Found you through Rich at Pilgrim Path. Beautiful site. Your photos are lovely.