My late grandmother, Margaret Nina Hogan, wrote this poem about the dignity of the Catholic priesthood many years ago, probably around the time of WWII, or perhaps even a little before then. It was dedicated to a priest she knew. It wasn't until…

Andrew I see the tears in your eyes Your feelings you cannot hide It is a time to rejoice when the world sees new life And celebrate the new arrival The tears you shed are not for you You think of all he won’t do As you watch the children playing…

FIVE THOUSAND FOUR HUNDRED-EIGHTY (HOW MANY KNOW?) Nobody knows, nobody knows the pain You suffered No one can know, can truly know the pain You suffered The pictures show You hanging from The Cross No marks but the five…

This was written about prayer in that sometimes there is only God who understands how we feel. The Conversation You will be the One I cry to Behind closed doors, the world at bay There we will sit, though I won’t feel You As we…

This was written about prayer in that sometimes there is only God who understands how we feel. The Conversation You will be the One I cry to Behind closed doors, the world at bay There we will sit, though I won’t feel You As we…

This is from the Book of Judges in the Old Testament and is about Samson. Samson The Angel of The Lord Came down to the earth To Manoah’s barren wife he spoke You shall bear a son Drink no wine nor strong drink Eat nothing unclean…

In the 13th century, a Portugese woman who'd been demonically oppressed resolved to do the unthinkable by taking her own life by drowning herself in the Tagus River. On her way to the river, she passed a shrine erected in honor of the great orator…