ANGELS: Michael by Rami Shapiro

July 26, 2016

From The Angelic Way The Hebrew name Michael means “Who is like God.”  Judaism and Christianity consider Michael the chief of the angels, though perhaps not the most powerful of all angels. In Judaism Michael first appears as a named angel in the book of Daniel, alongside the angel Gabriel, to defeat the Persians.  As we have seen, Jewish tradition identifies him as the angel who announced to Sarah that she would give birth to a son.   In addition, he is said to have recorded the sale of Esau’s birthright to Jacob, rescued Abraham from the fiery furnace, accompanied God to Mount Sinai, instructed Moses, was sent – but failed – to take Moses’s soul at his death, stood by Moses’s side after his death, [...]

PRAYER: Novena To The Seven Archangels

July 15, 2013

(Author unknown) Novena to Archangel Gabriel Saint Gabriel, Holy Archangel, you, who are known as the bearer of God’s secrets meant especially for his chosen ones, we, God’s children, are constantly keeping watch on God’s message. Through your powerful intercession, may I receive God’s words and messages so that, together with Mary, my blessed mother, I may give glory and praise to him. May I also radiate God’s love to others by my exemplary deeds. O, Saint Gabriel, obtain for me the grace of an answered prayer and present to God the Father the following requests, specifically, (STATE REQUEST).   Present to God the Father all these petitions through Jesus Christ, our Lord, together with the Holy Spirit [...]

POETRY: The Shepherdess Of Domremy (Joan of Arc) Hearkening To Her Voices by Thérèse of Lisieux

July 10, 2013

Happy, happy am I, Jeanne the shepherdess! How swift my lambkins fly To meet my kind caress. How light my little crook; How cool this verdant grove, Beside whose babbling brook In solitude I rove. A lovely crown I weave Of field-flowers, fair and sweet; What joy is mine to leave That crown at Mary’s feet! Oh, how I love the flowers, The birds, the rippling stream The skies above these bowers As fair as angel’s dream. The valleys and the rills Rejoice my longing eyes; The summits of the hills, They seem to touch the skies! But hark! What voices come Upon the evening breeze? Do angels seek my home With melodies like these? I question air and space, I gaze into the skies; And yet no slightest trace Of angels greets my eyes. Ah, [...]