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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Modern Elfland
It is snowing across much of the United States, and the cold is forcing many to take shelter in their homes. So, grab a hot cup of coffee, and cozy up with this delightful verse, a hail to domesticity, by the great English Catholic writer G.K. Chesterton, titled: Modern Elfland, circa, 1927: I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,I clad…
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The Children Shall Play
Cloaked in turquoise, Fragrant Rose, carrying God…..to save us. The days are drawing us toward the 25th, and reports are that children everywhere are skipping about with anticipation. During these days, do watch the children: they know how to prepare for a celebration, and how to celebrate. They still walk the halls of innocence, and have not lost their love…
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Being Home at Christmas
“Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.” ~G.K. Chesterton It is moving closer to the Great Day of the Nativity of Our Lord which occurs on December the…
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The Miraculous World
“What was wonderful about childhood is that anything in it was a wonder. It was not merely a world full of miracles; it was a miraculous world.” G. K. Chesterton As the days move closer to that Great Day, I have thought of the Charles Dickens book, A Christmas Carol, and must, today, come what may, look around the book shelves,…
