PeteSeeger

God is a Candle. In the Darkest of Nights, In the most brutal of storms, When men’s hearts are broken and lost, God lights the path with Hope. God gives refuge from the terrors of night And from the wailing of the damned in the dark. God gives solace amid thunder and lightning. Warmth and reprieve when all is Drowned and crying. Through this darkness, with God’s blessed light The dawn is seen breaking golden and new. But in the new day The candle is forgotten What need have the people of a simple candle And a simple God When they have the glories of the Sun for light And their own pride and deeds to adore? Thus when the sky is fi

You wake into the all-encompassing darkness one night as the gibbous witch-moon flies high over you abode. All through the dark and foreboding you feel the presences of all manner of ungodly beast and dæmons. Just beyond your line of sight lies an unspeakable beast without mortal description. This you know. You struggle to breathe as your neck is constricted by the terror of the great darkness that surrounds you. Within this darkness are all sorts of fiends and accursed things that drift at the edge of your consciousness. Oh! What a fool you are! For long you have laughed merrily when told of young children’s dreaded night fears! Y

    The Conspiracy of Silence was a term used angrily Pope Pius XI (May he rest in peace) who was Pope just before the outbreak of WWII. Despite many perceptions of the Church, Hitler had a deep-seated hatred for us Catholics, something often overlooked or outright denied by many historians who are of political biases on either side. The Catholic political party in Germany foresaw the coming Holocaust better than most and attempted to take power away from Hitler. As such many Catholic politicians were targeted during the horrendous purges when Hitler took power. Many other Catholics were put into Concentration camps, and the SS had a special

Pete Seeger Pete Seeger Troubadour of the Downtrodden Voice of the Silent Now one in the legion passed American heroes For near a century he sang Of this great nation and its heroes Now he is fallen silent, cold as clay In the choir of the unspeaking, the unfeeling But is he truly gone? No, not now nor ever, So long as the message of Peace, Hope, and Freedom Still rings true across this land And in all others