Frassati Reflection: Simeon’s Expectant Hope
Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blooming in bowls and The winter sun creeps by the snow hills; The stubborn season has made stand. My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand. Dust in sunlight and memory in corners Wait for the wind that chills towards… Read More Frassati Reflection: Simeon’s Expectant Hope