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The magic of a moment

Posted on by Jeff Cassman

In the realm where divine love forever thrives,
In the heart where compassion ceaselessly strives,
A tale echoes through time, pure as the dawn,
A tale of Saint Veronica, love’s precious pawn.

She, the blessed bearer of the tenderest touch,
Whose love, like a river, gave so very much.
In the eyes of affliction, she saw a spark,
Love’s beacon flickering in the consuming dark.

Crowned in humility, swathed in grace,
She sought to make the world a better place.
Through suffering’s lens, she chose to see,
The sanctity of love in its highest decree.

To a man named Jesus, on the path of pain,
She offered her veil, to ease his strain.
An image captured on that blessed linen,
A testament to a love never to be hidden.

His countenance imprinted, a holy sight,
A testament to her pure love’s might.
The legacy of Veronica, forever to endure,
In the name of a love, selfless and pure.

The magic of a moment, the kindness of a soul,
A single act of love that makes the broken whole.
From her we learn, love’s purest decree,
The power to heal, to set hearts free.

Saint Veronica, your love story still shines,
Across the epochs, through love’s own designs.
An emblem of compassion, an icon of grace,
You show us love in every face.

For pure love is more than the tales of yore,
It’s the daily choice to serve, to adore.
To look upon another, see their strife,
And offer, like … Read the rest

Heavenly whispers echoed

Posted on by Jeff Cassman

In the cradle of Cremona, where Lombardy’s heart beats,
A saintly tale unfolds, through church hymns and quiet streets.
A man named Anthony, born under the stars’ acclaim,
Heavenly whispers echoed, Maria Zaccaria was his name.

Born to nobles, in chambers rich and vast,
Yet in his heart, he held the humble and outcast.
A doctor by training, he healed bodies and souls,
Yet higher callings beckoned, towards loftier roles.

Within him a fervor, a holy fire did burn,
A desire to reform, the church’s fate to discern.
Anthony saw, through a sacred visionary’s gaze,
A faith turned rigid, in the world’s altering haze.

In the heart of Milan, in a world cloaked in strife,
Anthony yearned to bestow, a new spiritual life.
He founded the Barnabites, under Saint Paul’s mantle they thrive,
To nurture the city’s faith, to keep God’s word alive.

Angelic Sisters of Saint Paul, and the Laity of Saint Paul,
His spiritual family grew, answering the divine call.
Anthony, their leader, yet in service he kneeled,
In the humble acts of love, God’s face revealed.

In the tumult of change, his heart remained strong,
Serenaded by prayer, a ceaseless celestial song.
His life, a testament, to the divine’s enduring call,
Anthony Maria Zaccaria, a saint revered by all.

His legacy persists, in the bells that chime,
In hearts touched by grace, transcending space and time.
From Cremona to the world, his message unfurls,
A beacon of love, in a world of whirling swirls.

Anthony, beloved saint, … Read the rest

Atlas of Independence

Posted on by Jeff Cassman

In the heart of Massachusetts, where the early dawn blooms,
Lived a man of wit and grit, midst the old, creaky rooms.
John Adams, our second president, a name deeply engraved,
In the annals of history, for the country he bravely saved.

Attorney by profession, a statesman by the right,
Adams wielded his wisdom, like a beacon in the night.
A fervent patriot he stood, in the face of daunting odds,
Striding with integrity, on soils, both fresh and sods.

In the courtrooms of justice, with eloquence, he’d fight,
His words, like a sharpened sword, casting an ethereal light.
Defending men of the ‘Boston Massacre’, a deed not quite expected,
Yet his firm belief in justice, left his honor unaffected.

The tyranny of the crown, he dared to boldly question,
Calling for independence, his audacious suggestion.
With the Declaration’s penning, his vision took flight,
As ‘a government of laws, not of men’, stepped into the light.

From lawyer to diplomat, then President to be,
Adams embodied courage, as the sea embraces the sea.
A life devoted to liberty, and justice for the land,
John Adams, a son of Massachusetts, by her, he’d forever stand.

As we flip through the pages, of time’s everlasting book,
At Adams’ tireless resolve, it’s worth a second look.
A testament to leadership, with fairness at its core,
His legacy is etched in time, forever to endure.

 … Read the rest

In the crucible of freedom’s call

Posted on by Jeff Cassman

Upon a canvas of time and space,
A portrait of courage, etched in grace,
President and General, man of lore,
George Washington, forever more.

In the crucible of freedom’s call,
A nation’s father, stood he tall.
With virtue as his guiding star,
He led us, near and far.

A founder of a dream so grand,
With a quill and a commanding hand,
Penned a legacy, bold and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.

A hero, steadfast, true, and just,
In his strength, we place our trust,
Leading soldiers through the fray,
From night’s despair to the dawn of day.

The cherry tree, the wooden tooth,
Narratives of his honest truth.
Yet, ’tis his spirit, generous and kind,
That leaves an indelible mark, we find.

Beneath the sky’s wide-stretching dome,
Mount Vernon, his cherished home,
Where he toiled with love and care,
His virtue echoed in the air.

On his steed, with a surveyor’s eye,
Mapped he the land, under the sky,
His vision, like an eagle’s flight,
Guided by the constitution’s light.

Through winter’s frost and summer’s glare,
His resolve did never wear.
His bravery, a rallying cry,
Underneath the freedom’s sky.

A life lived not for fame or gain,
But to break tyranny’s disdainful chain.
Washington, in our hearts, you reside,
A nation’s pride, in you, we confide.… Read the rest

Love’s True Soldier

Posted on by Jeff Cassman

In the realm of faith, where valor marks the soul,
An apostle rose, his heart on God’s grand goal.
Saint Paul was his name, a beacon of divine light,
Walking ‘neath the heavens, his spirit took its flight.

A heroic mantle he bore, though not of sword or shield,
But a strength that came from words, a courage that would not yield.
The light that sparkled in his eyes, mirrored the stars above,
A soldier not in war but peace, his weapon, undying love.

His voice echoed through valleys, over mountains, across the sea,
“Love thy neighbor,” he urged, “as God has loved thee.”
From Damascus to Jerusalem, in synagogues he stood,
Preaching not mere doctrine, but the universal good.

In the storm of persecution, his faith stood firm and tall,
Neither chains nor stony hearts could make this giant fall.
With wisdom dipped in grace, his words like honey flowed,
Each syllable, a star that in the dark firmament glowed.

He traversed lands of sand and stone, under the scorching sun,
Yet, no trial could quench the flame of this God-chosen one.
A hero, not in valor won by sword’s glinting sheen,
But by the force of love, in every heart he’d been.

His journey echoed through time, resonating still,
A testament of faith, of an iron will.
A melody of divine love, his life, a symphony,
A beacon for us all, in an ocean vast and free.

In the tapestry of ages, his figure stands, bold,
An apostle … Read the rest