A super video~that is very encouraging!

This is from Dynamic Catholic

Responsorial PsalmPS 37:3-4, 18-19, 27-28, 39-40

R. (39a) The salvation of the just comes from the Lord.
Trust in the LORD and do good,
that you may dwell in the land and be fed in security.
Take delight in the LORD,
and he will grant you your heart's requests.
R. The salvation of the just comes from the Lord.
The LORD watches over the lives of the wholehearted;
their inheritance lasts forever.
They are not put to shame in an evil time;
in days of famine they have plenty. 
R. The salvation of the just comes from the Lord.
Turn from evil and do good,
that you may abide forever;
For the LORD loves what is right,
and forsakes not his faithful ones. 
R. The salvation of the just comes from the Lord.
The salvation of the just is from the LORD;
he is their refuge in time of distress.
And the LORD helps them and delivers them;
he delivers them from the wicked and saves them,
because they take refuge in him.
R. The salvation of the just comes from the Lord.

A Poem about Maine

Kate Barnes of Union, who was Maine's first official poet laureate, passed away last month. Her poetry, however, lives on, known to readers by its intimate tone, its attention to nature, and a third characteristic she once said was common to all poetry: "the trancelike effect of language artfully used." Today's poem commemorates Kate and her beautiful work.

Where the Deer Were by Kate Barnes

It's always hard to form a true picture
of what's happening, isn't it?
Difficult to know what's what.

                                          For instance,
the moving tenderness of the desiring man,
the gentle vanity of the desired woman
sliding their bare arms together
in the grass across the stream.

                                      It's late summer,
a misty day, but warm.

                               I can't see their faces.
So what is happening, really?
Perhaps they are fighting—very evenly.
Perhaps those sounds are groans of pain.

                                                                 Now the mist
closes my eyes.

                          When it lifts once more,
I see nothing over there
but a hollow in the long grass
like the places where deer have been lying,
and the only thing I hear
is shallow water making excuses to stone.

JMJ~Tina