Saturday, January 14, 2012

Second Sunday of Ordinary Time...Never Ordinary

Cathedral Altar in Pisa, Italy


Citizen of the World


No longer of Him be it said
"He hath no place to lay His head."

In every land a constant lamp

Flames by His small and mighty camp.

There is no strange and distant place

That is not gladdened by His face.

And every nation kneels to hail

The Splendour shining through Its veil.

Cloistered beside the shouting street,

Silent, He calls me to His feet.

Imprisoned for His love of me

He makes my spirit greatly free.

And through my lips that uttered sin

The King of Glory enters in.

Joyce Kilmer

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