glorycloud's Diaryland Diary

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that dreadful day

It is 12:50 PM Wednesday afternoon on a cold gray dismal day. No sunshine today here in West Michigan. It is plain cold and gray. Ugly weather with no sign of bright sunny skies soon. We are entering the dark cold snowy day of Winter already.

I got up this morning around 6 o'clock AM. I got up early because why not? I am always tired so why feel not tired. Being tired is my constant state of being.

Carol was baking bran muffins when I came up from the lower level. She baked bran muffins to take to her younger brother along with pigs-in-the blankets (Carol just left 12:53 PM to deliver food and to visit a friend who is slowly dying from cancer).

I basically spent the morning writing in my paper diary and reading these books on Saint Thomas Aquinas-

'The Angelic Doctor: The Life And Thought Of Saint Thomas Aquinas' By Jacques Martain Translated from the French by J. F. Scanlan

'Aquinas' [a Pelican Original] F.C. Copleston "This book explains for the modern reader the philosophical ideas of Thomas Aquinas"

'Albert & Thomas: Selected Writings' Translated, Edited, And Introduced By Simon Tugwell, O.P. [The Classics Of Western Spirituality]

'Saint Thomas Aquinas: The Person And His Work' Volume 1 by Jean-Pierre Torrell, O.P. Translated by Robert Royal

'Saint Thomas Aquinas: Spiritual Master' Volume 2 by Jean-Pierre Torrell, O.P. Translated by Robert Royal

Carol got home around Noon and then left to do some more errands of mercy. Christians visit the sick and the dying out of love for their neighbor's. Christians were the first people to start hospitals.

So this day goes by like a cold sweat. I suppose I will keep reading my books on St Thomas Aquinas since there is where I am at today.

Last night Carol did not get home till 8:30 PM and soon went to bed. I stayed up late reading from a book I read throughout the day and night yesterday titled,'Memoirs From Beyond The Grave 1800-1815' by Francois-Rene De Chateaubriand. I will close Time Span Time flow circle of Light.

Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life! how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death?

Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
“Must death for ever rage and reign?
Or hast Thou made mankind in vain?

Where is Thy promise to the just?
Are not Thy servants turned to dust?
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.

That glorious hour, that dreadful day,
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honor of Thy Word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.

1:15 p.m. - 2022-11-09

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