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Poem: Upon Christ His Birth


Strange news! a city full? will none give way
To lodge a guest that comes not every day?
No inn, nor tavern void? yet I descry
One empty place alone, where we may lie:
In too much fullness is some want: but where?
Men's empty hearts: let's ask for lodging there.
But if they not admit us, then we'll say
Their hearts, as well as inns, are made of clay.

- Sir John Suckling
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  • Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity

    (Prayer requests?) Ave verum corpus, natum | Hail, true Body, born de Maria Virgine, | of the Virgin Mary, vere passum, immolatum | having…

  • Twentieth Sunday after Trinity

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  • Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity

    (Prayer requests?) Ecce beatam lucem; | Behold the blessed light, Ecce bonum sempiternum, | behold eternal goodness, Vos turba electa celebrate…