The Tuft of Flowers BY ROBERT FROST I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle of trees; I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been,—alone, As all must... Read more
Humbly, I start this series of posts…Perhaps, a little background is in order. I spent years as a Protestant (a hybrid of Lutheran/Methodist) and feel blessed to have had a wonderful Christian upbringing. I had a family devoted to prayer and attending church. I felt close in my relationship to Christ and felt this guided me into my career as a physician. During my youth, Catholicism was little more than an “alternative denomination” to me. It had more to do... Read more
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