Only in love can I find you, my God. In love the gates of my soul spring open, allowing me to breathe a new air of freedom and forget my own petty self. In love my whole being streams forth out of the rigid confines of narrowness and anxious self-assertion, which make me a prisoner of my own poverty emptiness. In love all the powers of my soul flow out toward you, wanting never more to return, but to lose themselves completely in you, since by your love you are the inmost center of my heart, closer to me than I am to myself. But when I love you,  when I manage to break out of the narrow c ..read more

 Living in Unity: The Fifth Sunday of Easter 2024  April 28, 2024 www.johnpredmoresj.com | predmore.blogspot.com predmoresj@yahoo.com | 617.510.9673 Acts 9:26-31; Psalm 22; 1 John 3:18-24; John 15:1-8   The Church now pivots to the accounts of Paul’s life, whose life has often been mischaracterized by preachers in the last century. Paul was the one who gave us Christian theology, the one who built the church into an enduring institution, and whose openness to the Spirit allowed the church to develop into a community rooted and grounded in the love of Jesus. Jesus opene ..read more

                                                                Vivir en unidad: El Quinto Domingo de Pascua 2024 28 de abril de 2024 www.johnpredmoresj.com | predmore.blogspot.com predmoresj@yahoo.com | 617.510.9673 Hechos 9:26-31; Salmo 22; 1 Juan 3:18-24; Juan 15:1-8   La Iglesia ahora se centra en los relatos de la vida de Pablo, cuya vida a menudo ha sido caracterizada erróneamente por los predicadores del últim ..read more

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 I went out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high. I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a sister of the sky.   There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea ..read more

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 You come to fetch me from my work tonight When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnished with weed,   The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and sh ..read more

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 When I am among the trees,  especially the willows and the honey locust,  equally the beech, the oaks and the pines  they give off such hints of gladness.  I would almost say that they save me, and daily.   I am so distant from the hope of myself,  in which I have goodness, and discernment,  and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.   Around me the trees stir in their leaves  and call out. “Say awhile.”  The light flows from their branches.   And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,  “and you too hav ..read more

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