Covington High School students betrayed by their Bishop

https://youtu.be/JpSxuKJ5NgI

Joann Nelander

Weaned Child

I am the weaned child,
Upon Your knee.
Forgetful of time,
I curl Your hair about my fingers,
And tug at Your heartstrings.

My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday,
Lie by the stairs,
By which I began my ascent to You.

Comfort me.
Cuddle me.
Tickle me.

You spend Your universe,
As You had always planned,
Delighting one so small,
The least of the Children of Man.

© 2012 Joann Nelander

The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ – Part 2

https://youtu.be/bUvK2q0cW68

Joann Nelander