A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Wint'ry
It is like snow, which in this world's youth
was death and bane of all creation
but which, now Christ has built our roof,
the Church; now snow is insulation.
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