A Sampler of Devotional Poems

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Kenneth Christopher
Paulist Press, 1997 - Всего страниц: 96
Here are 56 poems for prayer and inspiration, bringing together a wide assortment of writers, both classic and comtemporary, famous and forgotten, on three themes: "On the Journey to God",, "Times of Life", and "People of God.

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i thank You God for most this amazing
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HOLY COMMUNION IN A HOSPITAL
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COMMUNION
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AFTER A RETREAT
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Robert Hugh Benson
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DEATH BE NOT PROUD
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BEFORE A BAPTISM
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Aline Kilmer
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THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD
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PRAYER
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THE IMMORTAL SPIRIT
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THOU ART THE SOURCE
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JESUS THOU JOY OF LOVING HEARTS
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Bernard ofClairvaux
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A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER
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THE LITANY
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Robert Herrick
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GODS GRANDEUR
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THE BEAUTY OF CREATION
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LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS
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William Cowper
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LOVE
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O FLAME OF LIVING LOVE
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John of the Cross
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E TENEBRIS
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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
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Francis Thompson
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OH WHEN A SOUL IS HID IN THEE
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A BETTER RESURRECTION
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Christina Rossetti
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PIED BEAUTY
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Times of Life
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PATER NOSTER
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SONNET AT CHRISTMAS
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ABIDE WITH ME
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A GIFT TO BE SIMPLE
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DELIVER ME
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TOMORROW
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FOR HAVING THEE
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AS SPRING THE WINTER DOTH SUCCEED
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IN SILENCE
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Thomas Merton
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TRIPTYCH Readings for the First Sunday of Lent Year A
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Don Brophy
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GOOD FRIDAY
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TIE THE STRINGS TO MY LIFE
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BEDTIME PRAYER
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SOMETHING HAS SPOKEN TO ME IN THE NIGHT
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People of God
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THE FOLDED FLOCK
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THE SPHINA
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OUR LADY OF THE REFUGEES
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Sr Maura
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THY WOUNDS UPON MY HEART
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NEWMAN
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THE PROPHET LOST IN THE HILLS AT EVENING
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Hilaire Belloc
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YOU NEIGHBOR GOD
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Rainer Maria Rilke
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THE CONVERT
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LORD OF ALL THE POTS AND PANS
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Anonymous
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY
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Sr M Madeleva
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THE VISITATION JOURNEY
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TO MY DEAR CHILDREN
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Стр. 23 - A Hymn to God the Father Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more.
Стр. 36 - The breasts o' her tenderness: Never did any milk of hers once bless My thirsting mouth. Nigh and nigh draws the chase, With unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy; And past those noised Feet A voice comes yet more fleet— "Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me.
Стр. 17 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one Step enough for me.
Стр. 58 - DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Стр. 27 - The world is charged with the grandeur of God It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
Стр. 36 - Rose and drooped with; made them shapers Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine; With them joyed and was bereaven. I was heavy with the even, When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities.
Стр. 35 - I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet— "All...
Стр. 38 - Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds; Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity, Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again ; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.

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