Happy Saturday and a blessed month of the Sacred Heart to you all!
Yes, we’ve been terrible about posting essays, but in the meantime here’s the weekly poem from yours truly.
Shattered clay of sacrifice
Shadows in the sand
The wind it whispers Hannah’s prayer
Which echoes ‘cross this land
Dreams from far beyond this vale
Are latent in the shale
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I stand upon this barren spot
I feel the weight of history
Where once the God of hosts didst dwell
In hidden veils of mystery
Here the dust describes the tale
In gusts of wind that wail
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The scoundrel sons of Eli
Have set their minds to stone
Their memory now like rubble
Like the walls of Jericho
That barren womb of promise bound
Has bloomed from Zion’s ground