Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;
Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.
(From: In Memory)
Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long;
And skilled must be the laureates of kings.
(From: The Rosary)
Saint John, pray for us, weary souls that tarry
Where life is withered by sin’s deadly breath.
(From: The Visitation)
They say that life is a highway and its milestones
are the years,
And now and then there’s a toll-gate where you buy your way with
The wrath of God is over me!
(From: The Fourth Shepherd)