I Wonder What Day I Shall Die

Men Will Die Upon Dogma But Will Not Fall Victim To A Conclusion.

There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic Power To Calm The Breast When Struggling Passions Lower, Touched By Its Influence, In The Soul Arise Diviner Feelings, Kindred With The Skies.

Somehow I Am Necessary For His Purposes, As Necessary In My Place As An Archangel In His.

Now What Is It Moves Our Very Hearts, And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes? I Suppose This First, That They Have Done No Harm; Next, That They Have No Power Whatever Of Resistance; It Is The Cowardice And Tyranny Of Which They Are The Victims Which Makes Their Sufferings So Especially Touching.

A Cloud Of Incense Was Rising On High; The People Suddenly All Bowed Low; What Could It Mean? The Truth Flashed On Him, Fearfully Yet Sweetly; It Was The Blessed Sacrament - It Was The Lord Incarnate Who Was On The Altar, Who Had Come To Visit And Bless His People. It Was The Great Presence, Which Makes A Catholic Church Different From Every Other Place In The World; Which Makes It, As No Other Place Can Be - Holy.