Our Collective Journal
December 2013/January 2014
Oh ye beneath life’s crushing load
whose forms are bending low,
who toil along the climbing way
with painful steps, and slow. . .
Take heart for comfort, love and hope
come swiftly on the wing.
Oh rest beside the weary road
and hear the angels sing.
From “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,”
poem by Edmund Hamilton Sears (1849)
When have you felt comforted by God?
St. Jerome in His Study, Colantonio (15th century)