Tag Archives: compassion

Brigid – March 3

3.3.2015 [A Table Grace for St. Brigid] God bless the poor God bless the sick God bless the human race   God bless our food God bless our drink All homes, O God, embrace. ———————

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David Oakerhater – February 20

2.20.2015 a captured warrior your heart was captured by Christ   serving, caring, helping, you raised your people.   may we hear and learn to follow. ——————— Friday after Ash Wednesday —————–

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caring for – January 26

1.26.2105 caring for self caring for others caring because   caring’s what’s needed. —————–

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jesus’ hands – December 4

12.4.2014 jesus’ hands, making wall charts to find homes   making policy state ments to create categories   opening doors for empty faces.   present in those who do not even know   that they are jesus’ hands. ———————–

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Ho Ho HOLD it – November 20

11.20.2104 I have so many clothes STUFFING my drawers   so full I have to press down to fit them in   while people down town wrap an extra coat onto their backs   just to carry around what they … Continue reading

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It’s so cold – November 19

11.19.2014 It’s so cold Hands itch to stop The burn.   Lord where are you Lord send someone to save my life   One of those hands Teresa said were Christ’s   The only one’s He has To make a … Continue reading

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bag lunch lady – September 4

9.4.2014 in a rain slickered coat she asks for four lunches each time, carefully weeding out the apple sauce and sweet potato chips   asserting to the world and to herself that beggars can indeed be choosers. —————–

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a tug on the leash – July 29

7.29.2014 the dog stops more often on our walks now to sniff, to lift a leg, to squat   or perhaps to fake one of these so that he can take a breath as he ages.   I tug at … Continue reading

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