Awash on shores of errant heart,
Crystalline soldiers wend their depart.
The battle o’er, the mend begun,
Hovering Spirit break forth thy sun.
You tugged as moon on ebbing tide,
To etch and burrow as to chide,
But than as swells of billowed lace,
You left a smile of radiant grace.
To purge my soul of sorrow’s trough,
You gently rain to Spirit off
The crust and brine of life’s past sin,
and let your troves of laughter in.
Providence of wind and wave
Serve but to resurrect and save.
by Joann Nelander
“So, the secular institutional world may soon find itself forced onto the same learning curve that has impacted and the Catholic Church over the past few years; that world too may find itself finally forced to confront the filth that too often stays hidden. The confrontation -painful as it may be- will ultimately be for the good.”