O Sacred Head Surrounded

O Sacred Head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

In this, Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd think of me,
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding,
Forever would I rest;
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.

Lyrics: O Sacred Head Surrounded
Latin: Salve caput cruentatum, St. Bernard

Remembering Rose...

March 19

Rose's birthday...

the feast of St. Joseph...

patron saint of families...

God will wipe away every tear from their eyes,

and there will be no more death, sadness, crying

or pain.

-Revelation 21:4

A Favorite Prayer

My Lord God,

I have no idea where I am going
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.

Nor do I really know myself,
And the fact that I think I am following
your will does not mean that I am
actually doing so.

But I believe that the desire to please
you does in fact please you.
And I hope that I have that desire in all
that I am doing.
And I know that if I do this, you
will lead me by the right road
though I may know nothing about it.

Therefore will I trust you always
though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death, I will
not fear, for you are ever with me
and you will never leave me
to face my perils alone.

-thomas merton