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DONNA PUCCIANI’s poetry has been been published on four continents in such diverse journals as International Poetry Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, The Pedestal, nebu[lab], Italian Americana, Journal of the American Medical Association, Poetry Salzburg, Shichao Poetry, Istanbul Literary Review and Christianity and Literature.
One of the greatest English hymns ever written, is “For All the Saints.” It is a wide and sweeping vision of the Church Militant and the Church Triumphant. It’s imagery is regal and joyful, it’s poetry majestic and masterful.
Godgossip pays tribute to teachers who invest the best of their lives to help children to grow as persons and as sons and daughters of God. Our North East reporter has sent us a Prayer for both teachers and children at the start of the new school year.
As friend of the Claretian Missionaries who are undergoing a Spiritual Practice named "The Forge", and admirer of Seamus Heaney who has recently passed away, I thought of sending to you this poem in the belief that it tells what a forge should be.
Seamus Justin Heaney, poet and teacher: Mossbawn, Castledawson, Co Derry 13 April 1939; Professor of Poetry, Oxford University 1989–94; Boylston Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory, Harvard University 1985–2007; Nobel Prize for Literature 1995; married 1965 Marie Devlin (two sons, one daughter); died Dublin 30 August 2013.
Here is the poem specially written to commemorate the Queen's 60th Anniversary. "The crown translates a woman to a Queen / endless gold, circling itself, an O like a well, / fathomless, for the years to drown in - history's bride, / anointed, blessed, for a crowning..."
When I looked towards the farm this afternoon, through the fog I could just catch sight of the farmer in his tractor, as he drove backwards and forwards in the field, turning the soil to make it ready to sow seeds and plants for his autumn crop. Unfortunately, the weathermen are forecasting frost next week, so some things may be delayed.
Greetings from Alaska, It's Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week, so to remember Jesus entering into Jerusalem, this parish joins the other churches in the neighbourhood and they do a walk together with their little donkey. The temperature is only 6F, but at least it's bright and sunny. See the poem JERUSALEM by Nizar Qabbani.
This morning I went back to the cobbler's shop where I'd left my black walking shoes last Friday. What a good job he's made of them - new soles, heels and inside lining - £6. Afterwards I was thinking about Lent and how confession is a little bit like a visit to the cobblers. This poet from Russia seems to think so too.
This poem was written by an Indian doctor, a catholic who enjoys writing poetry in his spare time. He said he'd love to be Poet Laureate for India some day. Train journeys are always interesting. Perhaps Lent is like a journey too.
Every moment, every location and engagement can become a time and place for encountering God. So, amongst other things, I hope to make 2013 a Celtic and Franciscan tinged Lent and pray that I may take time each day to pay attention and celebrate the wonder of creation: to sense the changes taking place in myself, others and the world and even those changes I cannot see.
Lone flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they,/ But hardier far, once more I see thee bend / Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, / Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, / Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay / The rising sun, and on the plains descend;...
"He shall feed His flock like a shepherd,/ And He shall gather the lambs with His arm, with His arm./ And carry them in His bosom." The medows are covered these days with snow, but the love of the Lord transforms the snow into a warm mantle that protects, guides and feeds his flock. No winter will overcome his life-filled care.
"Dear God our Heavenly Father, please guide and protect us and let your angels be our companions as we travel this week on our icy roads;" We all like the snow and enjoy its gentle landing in our rooftops, gardens and streets. However being so beautiful the snow brings also some difficulties to our lives. Someone from the North East has sent us this prayer.