Each Day We Begin Again

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On this day I am remembering Francis de Sales, the patron saint of
authors, journalists and writers. His story reminds me that even the
most saintly people have struggles just like the rest of us.

Francis de Sales took seriously the words of Christ, “Learn of me for I am
meek and humble of heart. (also part of my own ordination passage)

He tell us: “The person who possesses Christian meekness is affectionate and tender towards everyone: he is disposed to forgive and excuse the frailties of others; the goodness of his heart appears in a sweet affability that influences his words and actions, presents every object to his view in the most charitable and pleasing light.”

And yet, as he himself once said, it took him 20 years to overcome his quick temper. Still no one ever suspected he had such a problem, as his usual manner of acting was so overflowing with good nature and kindness.

. . . and so. . . each day. . . we begin again.
~ Anna Lin

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Quiet Yourself

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Quiet yourself.
Reach out with your mind’s skillful hand.
Let it go inside of me
and touch
God.

Don’t
be shy, dear.
Every aspect of Light we are meant
to know.

The calm hand holds more
than baskets of goods
from the market.

The calm soul knows more
than anything this world
can ever offer.

~ St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)

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It Cannot Be Denied

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It Cannot Be Denied

Only Jesus ~ Christ alone
I have learned to love and honor God
through him – the Savior of my Soul

My love is deep
do not deny it
by trying to pretend otherwise

for it cannot be denied

  • it is the ground of my being
  • it is the truth of my essence
  • it is the healing of my soul

this love that dwells within

and cannot be denied

Let this love reign
Let this love heal
to soothe my bitter woes.

I sit within my silent realm
to know this love of Christ

No greater love than this can be –

it cannot be denied.

~ Anna Lin
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1032….that blast of January would blow you through and through. ~William Shakespeare

This is so gentle and soothing for a cold January night.
Thank you, Sacred Touches ❤

Sacred Touches

The night is darkening around me,
The wild winds coldly blow…
~Excerpt from a poem
by Emily Brontë

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The world is resting without sound or motion,
And behind the oak tree the sun goes down
Painting with fire the spires and the windows
In my tree-shaded neighborhood.

Beyond calm streets pastures lie
Silvered with haze as fruits still fresh with bloom,
And the birds weave in flight across the zenith
On a sudden aerial loom.

Into the garden peace comes back with twilight,
Peace that since noon had left the remains of purple phlox,
Heavy-headed asters, the late roses
And the swaying spent hollyhocks.

For at high-noon I heard from this same garden
The far-off murmur as when gales are coming;
Up from the south and down from the north beating
Their stormy music like a drum;

And then hysterical sirens shattered
The brittle winter air,
To say that fierce…

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