Reflections

Every moment is a fresh beginning.

Hopeful Eyes Hope looks at all things the way a mother looks at her child, with a passion for the possible.

Look to this day for it is life the very life of life.

To really belong to one another and to depend on one another — to really share a common destiny — is difficult for a community that wants to be diverse.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

The incarnation begins .

The child wonders at the Christmas Tree:Let him continue in the spirit of wonder.

Into this world, this demented innin which there is absolutely no room for him at all,Christ comes uninvited.

The Journey of the Magi …At the end we preferred to travel all night,Sleeping in snatches,With the voices singing in our ears, sayingThat this was all folly.

Look deeply into your life.