
{a poem and prayer in time of COVID-19}
Three days in the tomb, the angels in heaven sing,
and three times around the chapel, You
enable us on Earth to glorify You in purity of heart.
Three—a number we can hold in our minds, that
we can count on our fingers. We can praise the Three
in One, speak the language of Trinity even if we
can’t parse all the grammar, can’t break the sentence
down—we can speak Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Read More



