Daily Archives: April 11, 2018

From the beginning, Son you were our most profound joy, a fresh poem finely etched in old gold, holding fast to beauty and grace, faithful to your own gentle spirit Just yesterday I retrieved my soul at last, moved by the placid persuasion of a psalm reminding me of my rootedness in the archives of heaven In earlier times life lay ahead, a rhythm of reciting tones, a paced chant before all… Read More