Hello, all! Very warm evening in the Boston area, for late September. Nearly nine and over 70 degrees. Emphatically not to my liking.
I'll be reading the Scriptures (except the Gospel, of course) at Mass tomorrow. I've been a lector, as some of you may know, for about fifteen months now.
Am optimistically expecting next week to be a good one. (The weather won't reflect that. Once we say goodbye to the heat, if the forecast be true, we'll be getting about three days' worth of rain.)
I haven't been writing a whole lot of poetry lately, but there are some new odds and ends over at The Crystal Tambourine.
The Reed of God by Caryll Houselander
The Road to Daybreak by Henri J. M. Nouwen
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
A confession to make. I've never liked Rilke. Maybe his work, universally admired, loses something in translation. Or maybe he's a mite too morose for my temperament (at least the poems I've read seem that way). The defect, I am sure, lies with me and not with the poet.
I've been wondering if I should resume my reading of The Monks of Tibhirine by John W. Kiser. It's about seven Trappist monks martyred in Algeria in 1996.
I've been wavering a little in my commitment to the Rosary. It seems that lately I've been asleep at my once-reliably-awake hour of 5 to 6 in the morning. If I don't get my rosary said during that hour, I am inclined to postpone, or even to forget. Our Lady, queen of angels, patriarchs, prophets, apostles, martyrs, confessors, virgins, all saints, pray for me.
I've also undertaken, of late, a sort of programme of self-improvement, but am beginning to bristle under the rigors. One thing's for certain: I need prayer. I need (of your charity, dear Readers) to be prayed for, and I need to pray.
I shall close this post with a photograph. Here is the Communion rail in the lower church of "Arch Street" (St Anthony's Shrine, Boston):
A blessed Sunday to everyone! Until soon!