Out of the darkness of this life the wasteland held captive by gloom’s shadow where there dwell frustrated hopes and dreams dashed against flint the unwearied Father places upon the weary dust the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament. The small white Sun ablaze with love whose radiant joy springs overContinue reading “Spiritual Canticle in Irregular Verse: O Radiant Dawn”
Living Full Throttle 