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Tears fell like Prayers

In the awful echo of Remembrance Day, there is much about which to be somber as we still try to uncoil ourselves from violence and her many tentacles of de-inspiration. I write this prayer based on a line in Craig Barnes’ … Continue reading

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What Language shall I borrow?

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded, is attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153).  I draw your attention to a verse that starts, “What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend.” What language indeed; for it was likely first penned … Continue reading

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