Who Calls Me…?
Who calls me, “Michael!” with many a knock,On my heart’s gateways, woeful and locked?I’m charmed by her call, the words I hear:“I’ve come to bring you snowdrops, my dear,And springtime…
Who calls me, “Michael!” with many a knock,On my heart’s gateways, woeful and locked?I’m charmed by her call, the words I hear:“I’ve come to bring you snowdrops, my dear,And springtime…
We have this extraordinary time, a period of light, until the Descent of the Holy Spirit. This is symmetrical to the previous period, the Triodion, the Lent, which was a…
Constantin Flondor, The Putna Celebration of 1871 We are in the year 1871. The history of Europe is in imminent change. The revolutions of 1848, all over Europe, changed mentalities,…