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Selections from the editorial section of our May 2003 issue

Mary/May crowning

Upon Our Lady's shrine
I will wander in the meadows,
I will search in sunny bowers,
I will cut sweet-scented posies,
I will twine a wreath of flowers.
The lily and the rosebud
With May I will entwine,
And lay them for an offering
Upon Our Lady's shrine




     "A gentle maiden, having lodged a God in her womb, asks as its price: peace for the world, salvation for those who are lost and life for the dead."

Peter Chrysologus



Crowned with blossoms
Bring flowers of the fairest,
Bring flowers of the rarest,
From garden and woodland
And hillside and vale;
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale.
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.



     "Mary is the heart of the church. This is why all works of charity spring from her. It is well known that the heart has two movements: systole and diastole. Thus Mary is always performing these two movements: absorbing grace from her Most Holy Son and pouring it forth on sinners."

Anthony Mary Claret

3rd Sunday of Easter May 4

Unveil our eyes
Take You this loaf and bless it Lord
And then with us partake
Unveil our eyes
To recognize
Yourself, for Your dear sake.
E Poteat



Who's there?

     Life holds so many surprises. The disciples learned that lesson over and over during their time with Jesus. And even after the Resurrection, Jesus continued to arrive unannounced, startling hearts and opening hesitant eyes. So He arrives still today, at doors and tables around the world, asking for help, craving the simple comfort of a meal or a bed. Each request an opportunity for us to serve or spurn the Savior Himself. As you walk through this week, ask yourself this question: "When there's a knock at my door, will I recognize who's there?"

4th Sunday of Easter May 11

      When we must do something we dislike, let us say to God, "My God I offer You this in honor of the moment when You died for me.

John Vianney


My shepherd
The King of love my Shepherd is
Whose goodness faileth never
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.

J B Dykes



     "When the Good Shepherd calls, who can resist His urging? He died for us, can we not then live for Him?"