The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Connecting the Dots

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I apologize to all of the Catherine junkies and those following Kurt's progress for the political bent the past couple of days. It is important for us to know the truth. I have fought the CCHD at our parish for years with no luck. Maybe something good will come out of this election season afterall.

Just as those on Wall Street have been behaving in terrible ways in the handling of our money, the bishops and those in their charge have been doing the same things with our donations to the Catholic Campaign for Human Development! As the other side is fond of saying, "if you're not outraged, you're not paying attention!"

Fannie, Freddie, ACORN, CCHD and Obama - a must read!

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A WASHINGTONDC CATHOLIC said…
It is time for all Catholic bloggers to begin a movement to shut down CCHD as it currently stands.

It needs a major overhaul.

Whill you join me?
11:32 PM
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