Thursday, Fourth Week of  Lent
Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget, I will never forget you." (Isaiah 49:15)


Flower of Obedience

 I met Her in a garden,
A Lady made of stone.
There was a look about Her face,
Unfamiliar, peaceful grace.
I sat and whispered at Her feet
In a flower garden sweet.
As a little child orphaned and alone.
I felt a kinship in my heart,
Pain and sorrow seemed to part.
With each and every passing day,
I made haste to find my way
To come before this Lady made of stone.
As a little child orphaned and alone.
Speaking to Her of my sad affair,
In secret hoping someone would care.
She held one hand upon Her heart,
The other open wide.
How I longed to place a flower at Her side.
As a little child orphaned and alone.
But to Her no flower could be given.
To pick flowers from the garden was forbidden.
Having no flower to give that day,
I simply thought, "I must obey."
When to my surprise I heard Her say,
"My little child, cannot you see?
Your obedience means more to me."
How could I have ever known?
She wanted me for Her very own.
I found a real Mother in place of stone.
Now Her little child, no more orphaned or alone.

                                                           .... Cindy Speltz

Lenten Action.

Say a special Rosary for the unborn.


We fly to your protection, most holy Mother of God; please listen to our petitions and needs, and deliver us from all dangers.

Stations Of The Cross