from a student

"87% of all statistics are made up."

-- Daniel Fiore

In response to an inquiry regarding copyright

Of course of course Michael, you can use it as you please, But there are a few legal stipulations. Please read the fine print:

*The above forewording may not be recreated, re-represented, and/or relicensed in a manner that does not directly institute one of the following motives of republication: Wooing and/or poetic impression upon susceptible female parties, being presented as evidence in a casual or formal debate upon whether one party has indeed been bestowed with the divine talent of literal expression, or insertion into a verse of one's own at a location where it would fit better than pair of fresh nikes on a gypsy's foot.*

Love

Briefly It Enters, and Briefly It Speaks

by Jane Kenyon


I am blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years...

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper...

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me...

I am the food on the prisoner's plate...

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills...

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden...

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge...

I am the heart contracted by joy...
the longest hair, white
before the rest...

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow...

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit...

I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name...

A story for and from any rambling boys abound

(from a windy mountaintop in Conemarra)


During my restful homebound days, I paint the road abroad
a green of grasses fences divide
some sheen of unattained...
let the tongue of travel unravel, let me crawl from this mouth of rest
eager to pave a road of love with bricks of lust I am sure
through dark desert, over mountains I will pace,
I will make it to the mirage, that novel glisten that miles could not distance.
but on arrival it seems that these hedonistic wings have fanned
flames to embers and drooled hot coals to cool.
So beware when feeding the rambling soul, rambling man beware
don't go digging graves and forgo gold for glistens in the distance
know that some mirages melt in hands, are only candy for the soul
learn to moderate a lustful binge, dont go dulling eyes familiar.
because that thirsty tickle
might turn to a numb rub
and at last a callous separates you from the touch that you once loved.



- Ev







Don't let the reflective verse give the wrong imdpression, I am having a great time!!

RELUCTANCE

....
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

__ Rober Frost

Novena to St Gerard Majella

Recite this prayer for nine days to the Patron of expecting mothers.


Almighty and Eternal God,
we thank you for the gift of St.Gerard
and the example of his life.
Because St. Gerard always had complete faith and trust in you,
you blessed him with great powers of help and healing.
Through him, you showed your loving concern
for all those who suffered or were in need.
You never failed to hear his prayer on their behalf.
Today, through St. Gerard's powerful intercession,
you continue to show your love
for all those who place their trust in you.
And so, Father, full of faith and confidence,
and in thanksgiving for all the wonderful things
you have done for us,
we place ourselves before you today.
Through the intercession of St. Gerard,
hear our prayers and petitions,
and if it is your holy will,
grant them.

Amen.

A letter home from an Irish son

"Mother, father, brother,
All is well with me
and I write to remind you if
ever your homebound hearts
envy my youthfully spontaneous
longitudinal disparity, Keep in mind
this path of mine has cut not across
a place so fine as the stead
where you now pass the time.
There's no place like home
Love-EV"


Posted for the family so that all may enjoy it's richness