There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis...
I’ve been reading this book about St. Elizabeth Seton and this section about suffering and the Cross really spoke to me as I’ve been trying to find comforting words for friends who are suffering and hoping that their suffering would be...