Please fast and pray every Thursday for the renewal of the Catholic Church in America. Please note: The Cybersociety will fast on Fridays beginning January 2013, in accordance with ancient custom.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016


I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent
Are quiet trees and the green listening sod;
Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent;
The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!

--"Silence" by Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949)

Friday, January 29, 2016

St. Thomas and St. Francis

"There were of course many curious and complicated ideas in the philosophy of St. Thomas, besides this primary idea of a central common sense that is nourished by the five senses. Not only is this a Thomist doctrine, it is truly and eminently a Christian doctrine....There is a sort of popular parallel to it in the fact that St. Francis did not only listen for the angels, but also listened to the birds. In Thomas as in Francis there is a preliminary practical element which is rather moral; a sort of good and straightforward humility; and a readiness in the man to regard even himself in some ways as an animal, as St. Francis compared his body to a donkey, and St. Thomas was compared to an ox. Neither of them would have been too proud to wait as patiently as the ox and the ass in the stable of Bethlehem."
(from St. Thomas Aquinas by G.K. Chesterton)

Feast Day of St. Thomas Aquinas, January 28.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Praying isn't...

"...a contest but the doorway
into thanks, a silence in which
 another voice may speak."

(Mary Oliver, "Praying" )

Friday, January 15, 2016

Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? Arise, cast us not off forever. (Psalm 44)

Friday, December 18, 2015

And a Child Shall Lead Them

This valley wood is pledged
To the set shape of things,
Here are no harpies fledged,
No rocs may clap their wings,

Here, poised in quietude,
Calm elementals brood;
They fend away alarms
From this green wood.

Only, the lawns are soft
Slow branches sway aloft,
Small pathways idly tend
Towards no fearful end.

--With apologies to Robert Graves, lines from "An English Wood"

Friday, December 11, 2015

Reverent Expectation

My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death.
--G.K. Chesterton,  "The Rolling English Road" 

--roc scssrs

Friday, November 20, 2015

City of Light

And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it. Saying, if thou hadst known, even thou...the things which belong unto thy peace!...Thy enemies compass thee round, and keep thee in on every side. (Luke 19:41-42)