The Reader
Hello strangers, I'm Mary Evangeline. (:
Just call me Mary for short
Studied in Holy Innocents' Primary School
Primary 1-4F, 5D and 6H
And Holy Innocents' High School
Secondary 1-2 Charity and 3-4 Integrity
Currently studying in Nanyang Poly
In the process of becoming a nurse!
CCA were brownies, choir and voice ensemble
I play the piano
Oh, And proud to be a Roman Catholic
Bible verse
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Saturday, June 16, 2007
PRAYERPrayer is a trap-door out of sin,
Prayer is a mystic entering in
To secret places full of light,
It is a passage through the night.
Heaven is reached the blessed say,
By Prayer and by no other way.
One may kneel down and make his plea
With words from book or breviary,
Or he may enter in and find
A homemade message in his mind.
But true prayer travels further still,
To seek God's presence and God's Will.
Prayer is to reach and push a door
And snatch some crumbs of evermore.
Or (this is likelier) to wait,
Head bowed before a fastened gate,
Helpless and miserable and dumb,
Yet waiting for the Lord to come.
This is the Prayer of grace and good,
Most proper to our creaturehood.
God's window shows this humble one
More to the likeness of His Son.
He sees, though thoughts and senses stray,
The Will is resolute to stay
And feed, in weathers sweet or grim,
On any words that speaks of Him.
He beams on the humility
That keeps its Peace in misery
And save for glimmerings never knows
How beautiful with Light it grows.
He smiles on Faith that seems to know
It has no other place to go
And some day hidden by His Will
If this meek child is waiting still,
God will take out His Mercy-key
And oen up felicity,
Where saltiest tears are given right
To seas where sapphire marries light,
Where by each woe and soul can span
New orbits for the utter man;
Where even the flesh so seldom prized
Would blind the less than divinized...
Jessica Powers
9:49 PM