Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in…
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A Marian Ode
Today, I am posting a poem which was written by the English-French Catholic writer, Hilaire Belloc (b. 1870- d. 1953). It is a loving tribute to the Blessed Virgin Mary under her title of Our Lady of Częstochowa. The name of this Marian ode is Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa. I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifoldAnd very Regent…
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The Donkey’s Secret Redux
I posted this G.K. Chesterton poem in February of 2018, but I am re-posting it simply because I love it. The voice of the donkey is delightful, and is a reminder to never discount anyone based on their appearance, and apparent lack of, what the World would deem, treasure ($) and talents. I chose the picture for today’s post, because…
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Rosary Reflections from St. Therese
This past October, I posted about St. Therese Martin (b. 1873- d. 1897), and included in that post the last poem written by this great, but little!, saint which is titled, Why I Love You, O Mary. Several weeks ago, a relation mentioned that she had, looking back over The Marian Room archives, read that post, and had found the poem to be quite moving.…
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Marching for the Unborn
Today is the annual March for Life in Washington, D.C. It is winter in the U.S., and quite cold and snowy outside; and, yet, the people will march for the most vulnerable in our Land: unborn children. There must be an end to legalized abortion in America. We need to, again, see the real underdog among us: unborn children; and…
