I often pass by Bob Weaver’s old house
In West Pittston.
Nothing much has changed since his day.
I often see blackbirds there on his birthday.
Some local folks say that proves
The old homestead’s Haunted.
They’re especially afraid of blackbirds
During snowy wintry days.
If you see a blackbird’s shadow
On a snowy day,
That’s cause for warning.
Only The Beginning
Finding beauty in the ordinary
(Heart of the Faithful One) : Inspiration for a Faithful Heart Like Unto the Heart of Jesus and That of the Virgin Most Faithful
A Transitional Deacon's Musings on Beauty as a Way to God
Catholic contemplative life and devotion
Offering "Catholic Inspiration" to help us unite our hearts to Jesus Christ as we Study, Pray and Serve.
Engaging the Faith and Culture with Sincerity, Snark, and Silliness
Sharing hope in times of suffering
ad servitium Christi et Ecclesiae ubique incitantis
...and the rest of the world
Sempre in Movimento! Published Every Monday and Friday at 12 PM EST
The last title given to Mary in these end times.
Musings on things sacred and things that should be sacred.
Refuge of an assumed danophile...
little bits of words swirling
Mostly Mindful
