I have a lovely little laminated poem which looks like it had been printed in a church bulletin. If memory serves me correctly it came either from Fr. Robert Voigt at his time in the parish at Opole, or from Benedictine Father Gunther Rolfson while he was at Richmond. It is as follows:
What joy to know, when life is past
The Lord we love is first and last
The end and the beginning.
He will one day, oh, glorious grace,
Transport us to that happy place
Beyond all tears and sinning.
Sing out! Ring out!
Jubilation! Exultation! Tell the story:
Great is He the King of glory!
I finally finished Archbishop Athansius Schneider's book, Christus Vincit. My current read is a Pauline Press children's book, 32 Days, the story of the little Chinese girl who inspired Archbishop Fulton Sheen by her love for the Eucharist. When the Communists vandalized the church in her town, several hosts were scattered on the floor. She sneaked into the church night after night, consuming one host every night. She was caught on the night she consumed the last host. It is a difficult read since I fear what is to come in America, but it is a book for our time. If a young girl can have such a love for the Eucharist, surely I can love Him more.
Yesterday and today have been lazy daisy days for me. I need to head to the basement to sew a gift, and I just can't get down there, or do much else, for that matter.
I made trips to Otsego both yesterday and today. Yesterday's trip was by mistake. Today was the day for my actual eye appointment. I have been having double vision, which may necessitate more vision therapy. I am not thrilled, both because of the time and because of the expense. But if I do not do it, I may lose some of the gains I have already made. It comes just after a second cortisone shot in my foot for my neuroma, and as I am about to begin physical therapy for my arm.
We were blessed with wonderful rain this past week. My lilies are opening. Arthur's corn has perked up, and is beginning to tassel. Last week when we dug the first potatoes we had to dig three plants to get enough for a meal, and now suddenly they are also too big to be classified as babies.
