We had a big crowd at the 11AM Mass in the Basilica today. Lots of mothers with loud and active toddlers. Nothing to worry about with the population of the Catholic Church!
As I watched those young mothers try to manage their squirming offspring, I kept thinking of Elizabeth, who had five young ones very close together.
Yesterday I finally retrieved my laptop from the Mount, all upgraded and working well.
So here are some poems and pictures from my blog post files:
Here's a poem by Emily Dickinson:
The Road was lit with Moon and star
The Road was lit with Moon and star --
The Trees were bright and still --
Descried I -- by the distant Light
A Traveller on a Hill --
To magic Perpendiculars
Ascending, though Terrene --
Unknown his shimmering ultimate --
But he indorsed the sheen --
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