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Beneath the pressing awful weight
Of Adam’s primal sin,
The human race resides in hate
And loves the death within.
With such, persuasion works in vain.
These bones will not be led,
But God takes captives in His train—
His preachers raise the dead.

Mark the word, & guard your pleasure; He whose will transcends all measure Placed within His halls a treasure For those of low degree. Sacraments will feed the lowly; Love the kind, & fear the holy, Honor God, & serve Him only— He has adopted thee. Call for faith, & in faith wonder At this reign of silent thunder. Apostles & the prophets plunder— The devil’s house has fallen under; The words of Christ run free.

An unexpected delight.

Not much of a poetry person, but I am trying. Much of this is lost on me.

Beautiful!

“But nonetheless, they never ceased to nurture staggered, simple faith
Through words that worked effectually, through words that conquer quietly.
The Master speaks, the mastered hear while more are called to loveliness.
So hear creation harmoniously sing, and harken to the thundering voice
Which silently suggests a prayer and summons man’s reluctant choice.”
“Mystery”

Some excellent poems inside