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Feast of St. John of the Cross

iconographer: Ann Chapin
But if you are not waiting for my works, what is it that makes you wait, my most clement Lord? Why do you delay?
For if, after all, I am to receive the grace and mercy that I entreat of you in your Son, take my mite , since you desire it, and grant me this blessing, since you also desire that.
Who can free themselves from lowly manners and limitations if you do not lift them to yourself, my God, in purity of love? How will human beings begotten and nurtured in lowliness rise up to you, Lord, if you do not raise them with your hand that made them?
You will not take from me, my God, what you once gave me in your only Son, Jesus Christ, in whom you gave me all I desire. Hence I rejoice that if I wait for you, you will not delay.
With what procrastinations do you wait, since from this very moment you can love God in your heart?

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  1. I just wanted to say 'thank you' for giving me credit for the icon above. On a lot of blogs it is just there with no credit (violating copyright laws). Here is the link to my site http://www.faceofchrist.gallery/Saints-and-Angels/i-hqS9kFc Now, given that, I enjoyed the text above. On this Holy Saturday, it is good to remember that Christ has redeemed even death, so that it has become a passage to everlasting life instead of the fear of separation from God.

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I saw you
today
as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

You were wearing some
big man boots
and
watching cars and lights.

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black sneakers and
a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
as he walked.

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your big man boots
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the white stripes of the crosswalk.

Just before
he got to the sidewalk again,
his step bounced a bit
- he hopped over
a spot where the asphalt broke.

You turned to look,
holding out a hand to
your little man.
Not rushed or angry,
just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

Then you walked on,
in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.