My child who art on earth

My child who art on earth,

worried, lonely, tempted;

I know your name perfectly,

and I pronounce it to hallow it,

because I love you.

No, you are not alone, but lived in by me,

and together we are building the kingdom

which you are going to inherit.

I like you to do my will,

because my will is that you should be happy,

for the Glory of God

is a living human being.

Always count on me

and you will have bread for today;

do not worry,

I only ask that you should get used to

sharing it with your sisters and brothers.

You know that I forgive your trespasses

even before you commit them;

that is why I ask that you should do the same

to those who trespass against you.

So that you should never fall into temptation,

take my hand tightly

and I will deliver you from evil,

my dear child.

Margaret Hebblethwaite

In this place

A People Place

If this is not a place where tears are understood,

Where do I go to cry?

If this is not a place where my spirits can take wing,

Where do I go to fly?

If this is not a place where my questions can be asked,

Where do I go to seek?

If this is not a place where my feelings can be heard,

Where do I go to speak?

If this is not a place where you’ll accept me as I am,

Where can I go to be?

If this is not a place where I can try to learn and grow,

Where can I be just me?

William J. Crocker

Today's Reflection is to be still, to listen and to hear through the music!'

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