Arise, little ones. Though in your smallness you cannot see Beyond the faint horizon: He comes, he comes, Across the seas, Bearing light upon his brow. To those despised deeply, Abhorred by the world, He comes bearing folly, to weaken the wise; He sweeps the vast coastlands,Continue reading “Children of Light (Tuesday in Holy Week)”
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