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Psalm 119:28 “My spirit sags because of grief. Now raise me up according to your promise!” The Good News: This verse is conveying the feeling of being emotionally exhausted and sad.When we ...
John 13:35 “This is how everyone will know that you are my disciples when you love each other.” The Good News: Love is a connector as powerful as family.When you love a friend, God, or a co ...
Longfellow wrote the poem shortly after completing lectures on German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and was heavily inspired by him. He was also inspired to write it by a heartfelt conversation he had with friend and fellow professor at Harvard University Cornelius Conway Felton; the two had spent an evening "talking of matters, which lie near one's soul:–and how to bear one's self ...
"Life's a climb. But the view is great." There are times when things seemingly go to plan, and there are other moments when nothing works out. During those instances, you might feel lost.
These included poems about the Real Presence in the Blessed Sacrament, a poem that sympathetically describes St. Joseph's crisis of faith, about the traumatic but purgatorial sense of loss experienced by St. Mary Magdalen after the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ, and about attending the Tridentine Mass on Christmas Day.
The poem on a gravestone at St Peter’s church, Wapley, England "Do not stand by my grave and weep" is the first line and popular title of the bereavement poem "Immortality", written by Clare Harner in 1934. Often now used is a slight variant: "Do not stand at my grave and weep".
“There is no death, daughter. People only die when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.’”
When the Parthian showered death bolts, And our discipline was in vain. I remember all the suffering Of those arrows in my neck. Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage As I died upon my back. The Battle of Crecy, part of the Hundred Years' War. Once again I smell the heat sparks When my Flemish plate gave way And the lance ripped through my entrails