Marble floor reflection against the brightness
Wooden kneelers smooth with lightness
Stained glass windows of Virgin so mild
Hearts beating with love towards Her Child
Silver embroidered, the glittering like rain
Crucifix and dying Christ expression of pain
Purity of white cloth, red of blood and old
Presence so loving, arms to enfold
Beads of wood in trembling fingers

A nightmare
We did not know
What to do. It was
Like hell on earth,
But we were brave.
Many young souls
Were spared, young souls were lost,
but God was with us
And all the shouting
Was music to us!
BAGNG BOOM!
Was all that could
Be heard!
God is by our side.

How did You, O God
Walk that rocky road?
With the worlds sin upon Your head
And hear the lies they told?

I wonder if you even thought
Once about Your pain
Or did You think of me, dear God
Of all my sin and shame?

Of all the steps You took
All for sin, and me
Every step – every pebble
Meant closer to Calvary.

How many times do we
Think of that each day

Some people misunderstand certain "sheltered" homeschoolers ideas on dating. And there are also a lot of other homeschoolers who don't get the idea either.

Dating: We don't think it is a sin. It's a common misconception that many people hold on to.

What is morally objectionable for one person is morally objectionable for all. Subjective (or relative) morality is an error that was condemned by the Church a long time ago. Were it not so, then murder, rape, abortion, stealing, etc... would be sometimes morally permissible and some times not (depending upon the person). This of course is false.

Slain

Shatters of the Conscience,
the broken splintered sort
The creaking moaning anguish,
that froze my barren heart
Why does silence shatter,
the Ice that tasted sweet?
The coldest forms of "Wisdom",
that "wisdom" brought defeat
Warmth erased the selfish lies,
on the thick and lifeless slate
The harmful words of mine,
put on hateful waste
The sinful kind of sadness,

Ok, I’m scrambling to get something together before these last few precious days of May slip past us. And I’m only just getting this up now!

- To Warren. H. Carroll -

He made his way quietly through the hallway, his heart thumping loudly beneath his rich tunic. Smoke from the torch the servant bore was getting into his eyes, and they stung.
The servant stopped at a tall door. “Here is the empress’ chamber.”

The room was dark. It hurt her eyes to have it lighted more than dimly. Her head ached regardless. She was queen, and she was dying. Dying. And had no heir.