Our Hearts Are Restless

Father John Hollowell, a young priest of the archdiocese of Indianapolis, has started a second blog called "I Have a Say".  He is responding to Planned Parenthood's campaign for pro-contraceptive videos by appealing for people to write posts on how they have a say, because they have been given life. I was reading the posts on his blog, and decided that I would see what I could come up with.  My addition to the collection is below.  Not my best piece of writing, as it was rather whipped up in a hurry, but not the worst piece either. I Will Have My Say             I have a say.  What do those words even mean?  They mean that I, a young Catholic woman, have the right and the ability to be a significant factor in my country.  I can say what I wish, and I possess the right as a human being to have my voice heard among millions of my fellow citizens.  I…have…a…say. Who am I?  I’m a 19-year-old woman, a college student, formerly homeschooled, a musician, a writer, a lover of boo...

In honour of Lent, I thought it fitting to share one of my favorite poems, by Joseph Mary Plunkett.   I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies.   I see his face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but his voice—and carven by his power Rocks are his written words.   All pathways by his feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree.