FRIDAY OF THE THIRTY-FIRST WEEK IN ORDINARY TIME
While Loveliness Goes By by Anna Hempstead Branch
Sometimes when all the world seems gray and dun
And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry,
“Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!
“Then my slow burdens leave me, one by one,
And swiftly does my heart arise and run
Even like a child, while loveliness goes by —
And common folk seem children of the sky,
And common things seem shaped of the sun.
Oh, pitiful! that I who love them, must
So soon perceive their shining garments fade!
And slowly, slowly, from my eyes of trust
Their flaming banners sink into a shade!
While this earth’s sunshine seems the golden dust
Slow settling from that radiant cavalcade.
Father Bill +