Mark Shea Said it Best!
Okay...so perhaps I'm not the best blogger on the WorldWide Web. But I am a mother of 5, a home educating one at that. Does that say it all?
There has been lots written about Pope John Paul II so I don't want to repeat or redo what's already been written. It has already been said.
Literary-wise, I think Mark Shea said it best in his blog (markshea.blogspot.com ):
Well Done Good and Faithful Servant.
As a Father you were to me. Thank you!
Enter into the Joy, Pope St. John Paul the Great!
April 2, 2005
"'How do I feel?' Samwise cried. 'Well, I don't know how to say it. I feel, I feel' - he waved his arms in the air - 'I feel like spring after winter, and sunon the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!'"All the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like silver and gold, and all men were hushed. And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness." ~ posted by Mark Shea
There has been lots written about Pope John Paul II so I don't want to repeat or redo what's already been written. It has already been said.
Literary-wise, I think Mark Shea said it best in his blog (markshea.blogspot.com ):
Well Done Good and Faithful Servant.
As a Father you were to me. Thank you!
Enter into the Joy, Pope St. John Paul the Great!
April 2, 2005
"'How do I feel?' Samwise cried. 'Well, I don't know how to say it. I feel, I feel' - he waved his arms in the air - 'I feel like spring after winter, and sunon the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!'"All the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like silver and gold, and all men were hushed. And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness." ~ posted by Mark Shea
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