The serious and sometimes satirical reflections of a priest, poet, and pilgrim — who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
January 20, 2011
Thought for 1.20.11
The Holy Spirit is not that kind of “comforter.” She has wings and feathers, but not that much down.
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This snippet on down is an upper for the end of my day. Warm thoughts to us all.
ReplyDeleteShe comforts the afflicted but, well...you know the other half!
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ReplyDeleteAnd I never knew.
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