Archive for November, 2008

November 16, 2008

I found a great many things on this site. Rosary beads, books and even the books on Roman ritual, which are an astounding 52 British pounds each. (about 70 US Dollars ea.) They have vessels and censors, candles and medals. They have childrens’ books, tracts on various moral issues such as Islam, Euthanasia, Cloning, Abortion, etc. Cards and crucifixes, mass cards.
The prices are reasonable, but you have to spend a minimum of $5 equivalent here:

http://cenacle.co.uk/ordering.htm

November 14, 2008

Regarding the prior post about my 43-page monstrosity, (Which as of this current time is on a back burner) which I am currently lost as far as where the plot will go next, I have sidelined it at the currently incredible length of 63 pages, composed entirely on 8×10 spiralbound notebook paper.

As I mentioned previously, the plot must develop some more, my characters seem to all have their own personalities, however, I am not sure where my events will lead them at this time.
I may try to lay out some creative thoughts here in the next few days, and see what develops.

October 16th, 2008

Princes of the Lord of all, scourge of demons’ thrall.
Hear, Oh host, our cry, and heed our call.
With our blessed hands outspread;
Feed us thus, our daily bread.
Defend us by the Lord’s command;
Bless us with thy anointed hand.
In these mortal realms, our watchers be.
Purge us now, our souls for thee.
We take solace in thy righteous word.
Although the damned remain obscured.

Saints of the kingdom, holy and three;
Grant our mired souls recourse to thee.
Your blessing give by holy light,
Exile us not from thy righteous sight.
Humbly are your tellings heard;
Impart to us, Lord, thy holy word.
See us to thy shining gates,
Heavenly Master thy mercy awaits.

Graciously, I spread my wings around.
Oh Saints, in thee my faith abound.
Expel usurpers to an abyss profound.
Upon darkened path, may your angels surround.
For with silver deception his thralls confound;
Sevenfold seven times their sins compound.
Cleanse their souls, your lucid truth astound.
Reward us, Lord, the humble, the poor, a diadem crowned.