Monday, March 21



I live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true,
For the Heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too;

For all human ties that bind me,
For the task by God assigned me,
For the bright hopes yet to find me,
And the good that I can do.

I live to learn their story
Who suffered for my sake;
To emulate their glory,
And follow in their wake;
Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
The heroic of all ages,
Whose deeds crowd History's pages,
And Time's great volume make.

I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union
'Twixt Nature's heart and mine;
To profit by affliction,
Reap truth from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,
And fulfil God's grand design.

I live to hail that season
By gifted ones foretold,
When men shall live by reason,
And not alone by gold;
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted
As Eden was of old.

I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the Heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.

-George Linnaeus Banks-

I am a lover of poetry; and I have come to love Terri Schiavo from a distance, as well as admire her parents, her siblings, and all who pray for her and rally to her cause. I read this post of "The Anchoress" and was so touched by it that I went to the bookshelves of my study and retrieved and re-read this poem. I wanted to share it with all of you. For me, anyway, it comes alive in the context of Terri's plight and Terri's courage, and what "The Anchoress" wrote:

If Terri is not allowed to live, that will not be the end of the story. Endings are often illusory. Certain kinds of deaths bring about certain types of healings and often what seems like finality and ending is in reality, prelude and beginning.

For example...the death of Terri Schiavo, during Holy Week, might very well be the beginning of the end of the Culture of Death.

As I've said before, God uses the humblest of materials to effect His will. This humble creature, Theresa Maria Schindler Schiavo may be his mud and spittle, this time.