Thursday, May 7, 2009


It’s only 12:02! Darting out of the meeting, grabbing keys and heading for the door. Slogging round the detours, passing by the guard house, going round the golf course, Grotto, parking, climbing up then going down the stairs to the crypt. Everybody’s standing. Made it.

Beckoning call that I listen for. Solace to my soul. Unabashedly drawn to...

the Mass. Grace builds upon grace. Hollow longing when I miss it. Shhhh--calm myself to hear the word. Shaking off the cares that weigh me. You satisfy the hungry... finest Wheat.

1 comment:

  1. Amen!! Hollow longing! What a blessing daily Mass is.