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April 22, 2011



Beautiful, Beth. Thanks for sharing.

The photograph is a perfect complement to the poem. It's a shame we can't hear again the lovely music we were privileged to share this afternoon. This has indeed been a "holy" week. My thanks to you and the other musicians for your devotion and skill which created such beautiful music.

Just read this earlier today. It doesn't surprise me a bit to find it here. Do you know this one:


I read both of these today. How different they are.

Beautiful poem,Beth. Thanks for sharing this here.

oh beth my dear...just saw this morning (holy saturday) that you had posted the poem and so I did read it this time
i know the existence of many things not unlike this poem that I shirk/ shrink from intimate contact with...probably unwilling to have the 'rust' burnt off
...so I am also all tear faced at your picture of the cross with all its candles, all our prayers,
my prayer which I don't understand yet and have not discerned or don't know how to 'meet'
...so find it again a wonder how you show a way of meeting in your blog by coming towards us with these things

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.