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We set out to honor Mary traveling the pilgrim's path from west to east We walked, we rode the bus entertained and enchanted by Cristina applauding Ramon along the way. Each day was one of prayer and song, sunshine and fellowship rosaries and novena we submitted petitions to Santiago we laughed with San Serapio From the grand and magnificent cathedrals to the humblest village chapel we grew in faith, hearing God's word in many languages. We marveled at the dedication and stamina of the pilgrims making their way on foot and bicycle at the warmth, generosity, and hospitality they receive along the way We picknicked alongside mountain streams enjoying good food, good wine,and good friendship we walked down the hillsides in the hot sunshine passing the pilgrims going the opposite way we quenched our thirst in a quaint and rustic village tavern. Ramon drove with skill up the mountains to Garabandal a remote village suspended in time and beauty there on the mountain top we sat among the pines where Mary had appeared. We sat in silence, in awe and reverence the only sounds, the whisper of the breeze and the cowbells on the hillside We prayed the rosary It was, for most of us, a most special memory From our bus we looked out at the mountains the green and rolling farmland at the rocky Atlantic coast at the rios and the rias. We walked in procession at Fatima and Lourdes by candlelight and moonlight and again in the brilliant sunshine The voices and the church bells carried across the plazas enveloping us in joy and prayer and mysticism It was at the grotto at Lourdes with my hands pressed on the rocky cave wall with the holy water on my hands that I felt Mary's presence Mary, my mother, my sister, my friend AVE MARIA September, 2008
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
sandra-bourbeau
The Pilgrim's Path
We set out to honor Mary traveling the pilgrim's path from west to east We walked, we rode the bus entertained and enchanted by Cristina applauding Ramon along the way. Each day was one of prayer and song, sunshine and fellowship rosaries and novena we submitted petitions to Santiago we laughed with San Serapio From the grand and magnificent cathedrals to the humblest village chapel we grew in faith, hearing God's word in many languages. We marveled at the dedication and stamina of the pilgrims making their way on foot and bicycle at the warmth, generosity, and hospitality they receive along the way We picknicked alongside mountain streams enjoying good food, good wine,and good friendship we walked down the hillsides in the hot sunshine passing the pilgrims going the opposite way we quenched our thirst in a quaint and rustic village tavern. Ramon drove with skill up the mountains to Garabandal a remote village suspended in time and beauty there on the mountain top we sat among the pines where Mary had appeared. We sat in silence, in awe and reverence the only sounds, the whisper of the breeze and the cowbells on the hillside We prayed the rosary It was, for most of us, a most special memory From our bus we looked out at the mountains the green and rolling farmland at the rocky Atlantic coast at the rios and the rias. We walked in procession at Fatima and Lourdes by candlelight and moonlight and again in the brilliant sunshine The voices and the church bells carried across the plazas enveloping us in joy and prayer and mysticism It was at the grotto at Lourdes with my hands pressed on the rocky cave wall with the holy water on my hands that I felt Mary's presence Mary, my mother, my sister, my friend AVE MARIA September, 2008
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I should heed the Wild Warning posted since That which those picknicked Sponsors egg so grave As you - Sturdy **** - hem the River-Prince And Sport his Leisure to uphold so Brave This Friend I see - with Investitude born Whose Alliance he knew be owned with Tact For the Son's own Good; To clamour the Morn And take his Rightful Inheritance back That in Post-Episodes we Realise To the Common Ground beheld our Intent Our own Softened Forces we Advertise With his Stars flare brighter by his Consent. All the whilst, bend your Muscles in the Gym To feel Refreshed; In accordance of him.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY: CLAYTON HAWKE
I should heed the Wild Warning posted since That which those picknicked Sponsors egg so grave As you - Sturdy **** - hem the River-Prince And Sport his Leisure to uphold so Brave This Friend I see - with Investitude born Whose Alliance he knew be owned with Tact For the Son's own Good; To clamour the Morn And take his Rightful Inheritance back That in Post-Episodes we Realise To the Common Ground beheld our Intent Our own Softened Forces we Advertise With his Stars flare brighter by his Consent. All the whilst, bend your Muscles in the Gym To feel Refreshed; In accordance of him.
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