Month: May 2023

Lessons in Empathy and Grace

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In the heartland of Siena, where the cypress shadows sway, Echoes still a humble voice, of a Saint from yesterday. Saint Bernardino, he was called, a Franciscan priest so kind, His stories of love and faith, still echo in our mind.

A mendicant in sandals worn, who tread on cobblestone, Through alleys of despair and want, he chose not to live alone. He lived among the humble folk, with the poor and the frail, Preaching not in grandeur, but in tales simple and frail.

His sermons, they were lessons, in empathy and grace, With rhetoric that stirred the hearts, of the common populace. Against the greed of avarice, and the folly of pride, He stood, a beacon of humble virtue, in the ebbing tide.

Oh, his words were not of fire, nor of brimstone and of dread, But of love and of compassion, and of sharing daily bread. He painted not a vengeful God, but a Father, patient and kind, Who seeks not to judge and condemn, but to enlighten the blind.

In silence and in solitude, he sought the Divine, In the whispers of the wind, in the sway of the pine. Franciscan in his ethos, champion of the meek, His life, a testament to the truth, that the strong should lift the weak.

With the symbol of the Sun, and the Name of Jesus bright, He held aloft the holy message, in the darkest night. His voice it rang through Siena, across centuries and space, Reminding us, in … Read the rest

In time’s sacred shrine

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In the grandeur of Heaven, ’twas a moment divine, Where Earth met the cosmos in time’s sacred shrine. The Ascension of Jesus, a tale steeped in light, From mortal to celestial, in God’s holy sight.

Upon olive groves’ whisper, beneath cerulean dome, Jesus stood ‘mongst His apostles, far away from home. His words were of comfort, His love, a radiant beam, Guiding them gently across life’s turbulent stream.

“Go forth and teach all nations,” He commanded with grace, His voice echoed, an anthem through time and space. With hands raised toward heaven, His eyes glowing bright, He ascended, a silhouette in the midday light.

He rose like a lark at the dawn’s early light, In robes of pure white, a figure of might. Through the threshold of the azure, beyond mortal sight, He journeyed to realms of eternal light.

The apostles stood gaping, their hearts beating fast, Witnessing the divine spectacle vast. Awe-stricken, they stared at the empty space, Jesus was gone, but left His trace.

From earthly flesh to divine ascension, Jesus had completed His sacred mission. His love like a river, His wisdom, a dove, Returning to the Father in heavenly love.

His ascension a beacon, a sign for us all, A testament to rise after every fall. Through trials and tribulations, through pain and strife, The promise of ascension, the promise of life.

We, the earthly pilgrims on this mortal coil, Tread the path He lit, through life’s turmoil. His ascension, a symbol of hope and grace, … Read the rest

A seraph’s melody

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In the city of Gubbio’s ancient sphere, There dwelt a saint with virtue’s glow sincere. His name, Saint Ubaldus, far and near, A beacon of peace, quelling every fear.

His life in the twelfth century unfurled, Cloaked in grace, in a tumultuous world. Born of nobles, yet to God he’s hurled, A divine tale, sacredly unfurled.

Under the tutelage of Prior Peter, His soul grew firm, his faith grew deeper. Episcopal mantle he wore, a righteous leader, Guiding his flock, the tenderest keeper.

Through turmoil and tumult, Ubaldus strode, His staff a comfort, faith his abode. His prayer like incense heavenward flowed, A seraph’s melody on mankind bestowed.

“Pax et Bonum!” he echoed in the city’s heart, In every strife, he played his part, Ubaldus the peacemaker, God’s own art, Dousing the flame of conflict, before it could start.

Miracles flowed from his benevolent hand, Healing the sick, the lame could stand. From Gubbio’s mount to Umbria’s sand, His name was whispered across the land.

A bishop, a hermit, a saint revered, In his love, the broken were healed. Gubbio’s patron, in stained glass seared, Ubaldus, by all hearts endeared.

His feast we celebrate each springtime bloom, In May’s gentle light, dispelling gloom. In Gubbio’s heart, his legacy loom, In every prayer, his love we consume.

His journey ended, his spirit soared, Into heaven’s arms, by angels adored. Ubaldus, your tale, forever stored, In the heart of the faithful, you struck a chord.

May we walk your path, serene and … Read the rest

The echo of de La Salle

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In the halls of Reims where echoes sound,
A saint was born, his purpose found,
Jean-Baptiste de La Salle, his name did ring,
Bearing knowledge’s light, a song to sing.

Educator divine, a vision so grand,
A teacher’s touch, a guiding hand,
Children of the cobblers, of the bakers,
In his heart, he made no forsakers.

In the classroom’s hush, in the book’s rustle,
Stirred the spirit of de La Salle’s hustle,
He who saw potential in every face,
In every child, a spark to embrace.

A nobleman by birth, yet humble in service,
From his path of duty, he’d never swerve this,
For in each young mind, he saw a bright star,
His mission, to guide them, near and far.

Bearing lessons, not just of scripture,
But of life, of world – a complete picture,
In the heart of France, he lit a flame,
A legacy enduring, beyond mere fame.

In the Lasallian spirit, we see his trace,
Echoes of his wisdom, time can’t efface,
Through trials and tribulations, he stood tall,
Saint Jean Baptiste de La Salle.

His life, a poem, penned in golden ink,
A beacon for lost ships on the brink,
In every classroom’s chant, in every learning hall,
Resonates the echo of de La Salle.… Read the rest

A Dance Across the Sky

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In the heart of Fatima, beneath an azure dome, A tale spun of faith, where miracles roamed. A story profound, in the annals it thrives, Of the sun dancing in the midday skies.

A trio of children, tending their sheep, Whispered prayers, promises to keep. Blessed Mother appeared, in radiance divine, Her words wove a prophecy, a celestial sign.

“Return here,” she said, “on the month’s thirteenth day, A miracle awaits, the sun’s fiery ballet.” Her message echoed, whispers in the breeze, Carried far and wide, beyond the seas.

An assembly gathered, in the rain they stood, Hearts beating as one, in quiet brotherhood. Skeptics, believers, united by curiosity, Stared at the heavens, in collective humility.

Then, a wonder emerged, from behind the cloud’s veil, The sun danced and spun, a cosmic tale. It swirled in colors, a celestial carousel, An ethereal spectacle, no words could tell.

It plunged toward the earth, in a fiery descent, A blaze of glory, a divine testament. Fear gripped the hearts, a collective gasp, As they beheld the sun, in their mortal clasp.

Then, as if by magic, it returned to its place, Leaving no trace, of its daring chase. The drenched earth dried, as if by design, A testament to the miracle, a holy sign.

In the miracle of Fatima, a lesson we glean, Invisible threads connect the unseen. Faith and science, in an eternal dance, In the heart of the mystery, we find our chance.

For in the dance of the sun, … Read the rest