A thought, a dream, a wistful wish, floating here and there,
Rising from the towering clouds, my castle in the air.
Whose very walls guard happiness, home with my maiden fair,
And earthly thoughts, lost, faraway, my throne, my rocking chair.
~ D.F.
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Adieu
Angel Food
Ever soft and feathery light, what blessed food is this?
Ground, the rough and broken grain, now, smooth as satin kiss.
Granted for our eating, what no angel could resist,
Sweet manna for the journey, His flesh, the Eucharist.
~ D.F.
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“Man ate the bread of the angels” ~ Psalm 78:25
“My flesh is real food” ~ John 6:55