Friday, March 30, 2018

Via Cruces Viviente

"And on the night He was
betrayed
He broke bread and lifted it up and
gave thanks."
1 Corinthians 11:23-24
If Jesus can give thanks, IN THAT, I can give thanks in everything.
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Tonight. Live reenactment of the Stations of the Cross
Via Cruces Viviente

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Restaurante Silva

This is the best of home made local dishes and desserts in a comfortable, friendly setting. The food is delicious and the prices great. Make this your stop along the Camino or if you simply have a chance to eat in Astorga.


No hay nada mas gratificante que hacer un buen plato de leche frita, gracias a nuestra fotógrafa particular. Geli 24 marzo, 2018

Hoy nos vino a visitar Marcelino, un clásico del camino de santiagoUn peregrino, que iba ayudando a otros peregrinos, era como De la Cruz roja alemana

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Friday, March 9, 2018

Susana's Tree

Beautiful creation by talented Susana Rodriguez


TREES
by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Source: Poetry (August 1913).
Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918) was an American writer and poet mainly remembered for his short poem titled “Trees” (1913), published in the collection Trees and Other Poems (1914). A prolific poet whose works celebrated the common beauty of the natural world as well as his religious faith, Kilmer was also a journalist, literary critic, lecturer, and editor. While most of his works are largely unknown, a select few of his poems remain popular and are published frequently in anthologies.

Paul Robeson (1898-1976) sings the poem “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

In the Bleak Midwinter

Parador de La Granja de San Idelfonso, Spain

In the bleak midwinter
Frost wind made moan
Earth stood
Hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow

Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long ago

Our god
Heaven cannot hold him
Nor earth sustain
Heaven and Earth
Shall flee away
When he comes to reign
In the bleak midwinter
A stable place sufficed
The lord God almighty
Jesus Christ

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved
With a kiss

What can I give him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part

Yet
What I can I give him?
Give my heart
-Christina Rossetti, English poet, 1872


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