My daughter, Carla, the one fighting lymphoma, once said that I, her mother, wear her like a cross around my neck, but now in this crisis, she writes:
If I am then these outspread arms
That hang on chains here on my mother’s chest
Then let the joints find oil and let the limbs
Have patience, wait for God to do the rest.
I wonder if we sometimes box Jesus, Mary, and Joseph into their holy card images, and don’t think that they are also involved in beauty that came after the year 100 AD. For example, maybe they also love when a composer writes an incredibly beautiful piece that bring joy and soaring to us. Maybe they also love the Beethoven Sonata Pathetique that I hear in my head all the time now since my grandson is practicing it.
A Distance Learning student with quite a work-ethic: one of my students with work due this Sunday night wrote me that she is doing 2 weeks of work ahead so as not to fall behind because of her wedding day this weekend!!!!