No Greater Love – St Maximilian Kolbe
No more for him, the joys of spring,Or summer’s gentle breeze,Or autumn’s hue, first winter’s snow,And elegant leafless trees. Or to sit and watch the setting sun,The Galaxies a-glow,The Great Bear, Plough, the Milky Way,Nature’s star studded show. No more the blackbird’s song to thrill,Soothing, serene, forlorn,The fox away, the bunny at play,In a field of golden corn. Nor to hear the cry of the infant babe,As the cleansing water is poured,Or young love’s boast,on their wedding day toast,To a … Read More