Sunday
March 6, 2016
A Prodigal Son
by Christina Rossetti
Does that lamp still burn in my Father’s house,
Which he kindled the night I went away?
I turned once beneath the cedar boughs,
And marked it gleam with a golden ray;
Did he think to light me home some day?
Hungry here with the crunching swine,
Hungry harvest have I to reap;
In a dream I count my Father’s kine,
I hear the tinkling bells of his sheep,
I watch his lambs that browse and leap.
There is plenty of bread at home,
His servants have bread enough and to spare;
The purple wine-fat froths with foam,
Oil and spices make sweet the air,
While I perish hungry and bare.
Rich and blessed those servants, rather
Than I who see not my Father’s face!
I will arise and go to my Father:—
“Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace,
Grant me, Father, a servant’s place.”
Thought for Today: “I will arise and go to my Father.”
Sunday, March 6
Liturgical Color: Violet
Today the Church honors St.
Sylvester of Assisi. St. Sylvester
was the first priest ordained in
the Franciscan order. Feeling
guilty about overcharging St.
Francis for stone to rebuild a
church, he repented and became
a very holy priest.