This is one of many stories told by St. Francis to his followers and it goes something like this . . . The very first animal to appear at t...

Ode To Autumn Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless W...

Forever seered in my memory is a day in May, seventeen years ago. I can still picture the dirt track wending its way down through a field c...

Oh, the love of my Lord is the essence of all that I love here on earth. All the beauty I see He has given to me and His giving is gentle ...