Words

What I do is me, for that I came.

Margaret Felice / December 28, 2009

Even for someone as prone to tears as I am, I know I have finished a good biography if I cry at the end when the subject dies. The last […]

faith, grace, poetry, prayer

Abide with Me

Margaret Felice / November 25, 2009

Abide with me, fast falls the even tideThe darkness deepens, Lord, with me abide.When other helpers fail and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Darkness. Last night

BOC, poetry, singing

Here and but the Beholder Wanting

Margaret Felice / October 25, 2009

I just found this from about two years ago, before my days of blogging when I used to simply bore BOC-ers with my ramblings in the membership newsletter. Although this

poetry

Two poems

Margaret Felice / June 16, 2009

Heavenby William Heyen Henry Thoreau’s last words: “Moose … Indian.” Joe DiMaggio’s: “I’ll finally get to see Marilyn.” Henry died never having gone to bed with a woman. Joe enjoyed

poetry

the wall is builded of your images

Margaret Felice / March 31, 2009

I read an absolutely precious prayer written by a young boy that demonstrated absolutely charming care for God. It reminded me of this, one of my favorite poems:You, Neighbor God,