Very cold out this morning and
there's ice about it patches. Just
so cold! Praying for a dear friend's
premature baby born on Tuesday
that he will make it. I have those
angels camped around him from
Pslam 34:7
The angel of the LORD encamps
around those who fear him, and
delivers them.
AND a line from a poem we worked
on knowing last week by Gerald Manley
Hopkins, a poet-priest in the Victorian
Age:
From God's Grandeur:
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. BROODS:
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