Love by George Herbert (1593-1633) Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked anything. ‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here’:…
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Here it’s coffee and conversation, and where the faith-sharing is often a friendly mix of catechesis and cannoli. It’s a place where we can catch up…
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