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The Heart of a Poet

This world we sail in plies a restless sea
without a light to guide her home to shore
One wonders if true peace will ever be
whilst men forsake the hallowed paths of yore

The poet peers through darkened glass and sees
that ray of hope that flickers from afar
His pen can force a tyrant to his knees
or steer God's children t'ward the morning star

And yet his soul at times in pain doth lie
for troubles 'pon all sorts of men must come
His muse in silence leaves him wond'ring why
the mind and heart at times can feel so numb

'Mid ethereal dreamscapes he shall dwell
for in these realms the poet casts his spell

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS



It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Yet , for all I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
Who could not ponder upon this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.

It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.



Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
 in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Echoes of You

The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line up with shaking lips
And breaking hearts to numbly grip
Your modest coffin; spirits brave,
They trek toward your dewy grave.
We follow you through wind and rain.
The pipes still croon their sad refrain.
We bury you with roses white,
A tragic yet tremendous rite.

And as you sleep beneath the ground,
The echoes of your life resound.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2014

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DESTINY'S SAVIOR

DESTINY'S SAVIOR

The mind wondered, lost in its bare starkness,
hoping to find a friend who would prevent,
the soul from falling into grim darkness,
and save it from the torment of lament.
From the depths of the sub-conscious arose,
a thought of you, minds sudden behavior,
to find a person to whom to propose,
to come hither to be my soul’s savior.
You returned to slay my inhibitions,
before the wistful spirit turned ashen.
You showed the secrets of love's ambitions,
to ponder new ways to heed compassion.

To condemn the acts of thoughtless fashion
without the burden of long lost passion.


T.J Grén
9th June, 2016

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Echoing words

I heard the notion echo in my mind,
those subtle words spoken in early dawn,
faded by fuddled morning left behind,
shaded by hope to free a heart withdrawn.
The words had been said, be they false or real,
to act upon, remained in shadowed zeal.
Sweet expectations to attract your appeal,
excited to confirm the dreams I feel.
But were the words shaded by hazy awe,
clouded by false senses in eagerness,
to remedy by shared passion love’s flaw,
of infedility and unfairness.

The words of lust and hope had been spoken,
zealousness to excite a heart broken.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Three Things Incredible

Inside a Sears store, at age 14,
I stopped to stare, with others there, in awe. . .
A dream achieved was on a TV screen:
Man’s first walk on the moon is what we saw.

Two decades passed, and I, then 35,
had lived thus far to see a mighty fall -
A celebration broadcast world-wide live:
The Cold War’s end; down came the Berlin Wall.

Born when the fight for Civil Rights began,
I’ve seen folks hated for their darker skin.
When I was 53, a black man ran
for president; the whole world saw him win!

Three things incredible in history
I’ve seen, which fan the flame of hope in me!


For Brian Strand's 
A JEWEL IN YOUR CROWN any theme/form max 14 lines Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Hope Deferred

Again I shield my eyes from ocean's spray
While lifting eyes of hope to search the sea
But seas and skies are endless, troubled grey

My hope deferred; how often must it be?
I'd give my life to see him safely home
And all once more his windswept face to see

"And what," I ask, "compels my love to roam?"
But only wind blows keenly on my ear
While here I stand -- forsaken for the foam

My hope deferred gives way to tho'ts of fear
A ship alone, perhaps not still afloat
Yet still I wait, and hope he cometh near

A sail I see! and greet with hopeful smile
But hope deferred - must wait for yet a while



Based on Brition Riviere's painting, "Hope Deferred".

http://www.wikigallery.org/wiki/painting_319027/Briton-Rivi%E8re/Hope-Deferred

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Dancing With the Rain

There came today a shower of delight, which pitter-pattered on my window pane. With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight. Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain. How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth, for I was truly living in the “now.” Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow. I paused nearby my ornamental pear, inhaling deeply, hearing skyfall’s sound. The world was singing; fragrance filled the air. I then began to twirl and twirl around. Oh, how I wish to feel that way again - so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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CHRISTMAS MAGIC



Colorful tassels swirl around the pine
Hovering brightly on dazzle of lights,
Richer the kindred prayers, so divine
Inviting Babe Jesus to join our rites.
Songs peal with laughter and new wishes blow,
To remind each other that gratitude
Means special for the hearth's love,all aglow;
As ornamental candles drift, so hued!
Starry-eyed, a lacy table is dressed
More cheerful the beams; it's Gram's festive treat;
Awakening kids’ last surprise, how blessed
Gift- giving is, through a Yuletide complete.

In the magic of this radiant eve,
Comes hope's spirit true, in which we believe!



Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
` syllables checked through www.howmanysyllables.com

12/17/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Scroll Of Life

SCROLL OF LIFE

Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.

The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.

The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.

© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2014

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Breathe

He should desire a verse of lost day past
while time enough was free to have enough,
When pace and life led more to mean but fast
as Simon said to simply breathe a puff.

To love and be less reckless with his heart,
Speak not of sin nor breach of true love’s spring,
Complete the bond not pressed akin to part
as forced to split amoebas’ kiss must sting.

He must observe his one true Master plot,
His growth less err forgone fulfills defense,
An age to find a soulmate’s breath he sought,
Their fit from Simon’s game of simple sense.

The dream of love begins with one shared breath,
The test of love whilst joined hearts beat ‘til death.
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Form:  Shakespearean (English) Sonnet
Written: 06/15/2016
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Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016

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Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!


At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley, mid-70's

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an 
optimistic time in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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YOUNG LOVE GONE

SONNET – YOUNG LOVE GONE

With young love gone, lost are the years passed by,
times of youth, wasted dreams of teenage days,
left behind in vain, for the one long shy;
as new day dawns, future dreams therein lays.
Love lost in time not to be recovered,
teenage feelings of zealous devotion,
never to be felt, joy undiscovered,
yet the yearning heart seeks love‘s emotion.
Exciting fever of innocence gone,
far from tarnished by worldly eagerness.
What is purity‘s worth, when left alone,
in lonesome days without love; meaningless.

For the one deserted by young love’s zeal,
the quest continues, to find love that’s real.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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Heavy heart

SONNET –HEAVY HEART

The heart was heavy, far more than before,
for left behind was not just love, but hope;
as expectations closed another door
without being realized; far off scope.
The closing of the door hurt even more,
since the love of many, as the nature,
had to be sacrificed, but still I swore
to return; land wherein lied my future.
Be it for the patience to ease the pain,
although for now anguish made my heart weep,
persistance of future plans would attain,
the chance to find my true virtue to keep.

I had found my love in past existence
but still to be spaced by lifelong distance.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008

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The Air of Indifference

          The Air of Indifference


Tree limbs grasped hungrily at idle air
hawks, with weary wings, shared calms despair,
sailors, deafened, by the muted swell
motionless the listless sails froze in heated hell.

Kites, stricken victims of inertial rule
denied the need for string, or child-held spool
aspire to go nesting in the trees
dream of the distant joy of being free.

Soft turn of ocean breeze will fulfill hope,
sailors on the deck will seize the rope
as children would the string of lifting kite
and trees bend easily as hawks take flight.

Thus does spirits wind so gently raise
the voices of the silenced into praise.



7/3/2014


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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The Deadest Hope In The World

The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many fellow jealous men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Lady of charm dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

A sonnet, simply because I have not written one in a while..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Night Angel: A Collaboration with Daniel Turner

This is presented in a series of three sonnets in a collaboration
between Daniel Turner and Lin Lane. 
They are based on the original sonnet of Daniel's "Night Angel."
Thank you, Danny, for the inspiration and for allowing me to 
give poetic voice to your Night Angel.


In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal

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Rest easy, dear one. Night Angel is here
To ease the worry from your furrowed brow
Kiss to the cheek, I lay upon you now
In your sweetest dream you will feel me near
Memories of your past no longer live
No need for tears to fall from pain or stress
Tender love I offer in my caress
Gift of my thoughts to you this night I give
Wake on the morrow, glad to greet the sun
Knowing night has me coming through the mist
To comfort once more when your cheek is kissed
As Night Angel hovers o're her loved one
Though I must wait till night sends its moonbeams
I shall never leave you lost in your dreams

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Undeserving am I, for such mercy 
A sinner and tormented vagabond 
Cavorting with strumpets in Babylon 
Rendering my soul hungry and thirsty 
Yet nightly, through the mist you come tersely 
Descending with your kindness from beyond 
Blessed with your kiss my memories abscond 
Overfilling my heart with love firstly 
Night Angel, I have prayed for forgiveness 
From the midst of my dreams, am again whole 
By the magnificence of your meekness 
My conscience is now bending from stiffness 
The morning sun brings new light to my soul 
Now no longer will ever go sleepless


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February 22, 2016 

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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You Call Me Love

     YOU CALL ME LOVE
I am as Alpha, but don't ask me why,
the wanderer through life, who comes and goes;
the tail of comets not observed am I,
Omega's dying breath nobody knows.

I am the candle flame where-in you shine,
and dance the dance so long as you will burn,
until the end of time, and time is mine,
I am the teacher from which you will learn.

And yes from your first breath, you learn it all,
only from me, the knowledge that you seek,
because of me you rise, and then you fall,
I am each thought you ever think or speak.

You call me love, but only once you'll see
just what I am, and what I'm meant to be.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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With Him - The Ameri- Sonnet

~With Him~
(Ameri-Sonnet)


God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide

Always keep  faith love and hope
Give problems to him you'll   see
He'll rescue you,  help you cope
With Him anything can be

He knows you and cares for you
Best for you  He has in mind
God loves you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find

Read God's word and you can grow
He's the savior and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



October.27.2015


~Author's Notes:

"Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.





Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet I : Ink and nothing else

Freedom differs on how each men define it,
like the love of autumn or cold of winter.
Vast it may be but meaning is implicit,
so vast that no soul can ever hinder.

I define liberty as a pen and paper.
Mere it is , but my understanding is sure.
What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper.
Thin a  paper be , but it lasts to endure. 

The glory of ink is immeasurable,
for a tender soul of mine to comprehend.
Though age  has  numbers, I am an example,
of a generation's hope for we to ascend.

May the world be courageous to project art.
Like this sonnet , this is where I start.

Copyright © Jim Parrera | Year Posted 2011

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Here I am Alone

Here I am alone
Alone in the dark side of the window
Where all I can see is a shadow
A shadow that comes from my own

I looked at the sky
Many stars glistened at the top of my eyes
For this beautiful night
I end imagining and enjoy the sight

The flowers end there bloom
When the day started to gloom
How I wish I am so wise
That I can only think twice

Here I am alone
Counting my teardrops on my own
I wish there could be someone
That can bring my dreams once more

Copyright © Anne Recto | Year Posted 2008

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I Slept Beneath Bridges

I slept beneath bridges, I ate from the trash
I begged outside diners at night and in day
No home to go to, no belongings, no cash
And picked up the leavings that folk threw away

I baked in the heat, I froze in the cold
I weathered long winters and welcomed the spring
Wanting some comfort before I got old
Wanting some care so much more than some thing

Then one day while I lay outside a pub
The swells of the smells coming out strong
In want of a drink or a morsel of grub
Through swinging doors a man came along

My muzzle nuzzled the man and his bag
He ruffled my fur, my tail gave its first wag

Copyright © Andrew Holt | Year Posted 2016

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December of that Year - Finale

Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread
The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread
All the hovering ships returned to whence they came
But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same

Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones
You get a sense of feeling of being in a world that feels alone
Continual drones hum whilst the yellowed skies remain
Our planet we know as it was, will never be the same

Then came the day of reckoning as we all looked to the sky
A shuttle from the biggest ship lowered in hover fly
Suddenly the screens returned as we heard the visitors speak
We are ancestors of the Mayans, we treat as they were wreaked

From our original pasts demise, to earth we gave so long
To be part of here now gone, from an earth you once belonged






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Dreamer

Dreamer

ONE of my longings is that the stars above,
So bright and far they scarcely shine on love
Were not, out there, so distant from the moon
But trekked across the sky to love bestrewn.

I must not stay withdrawn but wish each day
Unto the darkness, stars would find their way
Onward through heavens submitting to the wind
And motions that one dreamer might pretend.

Never knowing that reality was lacked.
Nor that mere fantasy seems to be fact. 
No one can make these heartfelt visions clear.
Nor hope relieve the thoughts I still hold near.

Stars, bestow brightly your light to love anew.
Let us, sweetheart, together vows renew.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 12, 2010

Inspired by  Poetrysoup member contest: A Romantic Longing !! 	
Sponsored by: Laura Mckenzie

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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One Senior's Sonnet

One Senior’s Sonnet

The feelings are frozen, fetid in time,
Decisions denied to the dwindling mind;
Possibilities piling like lengths of twine;
Acceptance of aging cannot be blind.

Duties demean while trying to hold on;
Where hides the help while faculties dim?
Will compassion kindle the fire now gone?
Can joints jump for joy in arthritic limbs?

The sun is sinking in a twilight red rest.
Peace being pursued is allowed conquest.
And tasks like talisman line up in rows
In order opting one by one were chose.

The frightening fear of morning’s trembly dawn,
With prayer and persistence is dead and gone.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016

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My love Proclaimed

She is near
Yet she is far
She is clear
Like a star
I shall be bold
My love for she
Will be told
It has to be
I will reach her someday
And my heart will sing
But that day is not today
So my love will cling
For as long as i've hope
My soul will not mope

Copyright © Weston Fenn | Year Posted 2007

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Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.

Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013

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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012