|ST. MARGARET MARY|
Here's a poem, recently sent by a reader, apropos of answering our call before IT IS TOO LATE.
Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.
The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,--
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before the night.
Just in case anyone's reading from the Boston area, I'll be giving a series of three talks on Lent at St. Margaret Mary in Westwood, Massaschusetts, starting Sunday night March 1 through Tuesday night, March 3. The parishioners of nearby St. Denis are also in on the fun, and so can you be!
St. Margaret Mary Alocoque was apparently a cutter who, not to put too fine a point on it, carved the name of Jesus Christ on her chest. My kind of gal. I look forward to learning more about her.
And of course I'm excited to be going back to my old hometown--under very different circumstances than those that held for most of the time I lived there.
|THE DOORWAY OF THE "LOFT" WHERE I LIVED|
FOR SEVERAL YEARS DURING "LOS ANOS OBSCUROS"