March On


March for Life

They sing when all the earth is still,
They sing at break of day,
Although they know only too well —
Song makes them easy prey.
Like birds in song may I be strong,
Brave in the face of hate,
Lest creepy shadows steer me wrong,
Lest I put out the light.


“I am dedicated to spending the rest of my life undoing the law that bears my name. You read about me in history books, but now I am dedicated to spreading the truth about preserving the dignity of all human life from natural conception to natural death.” — Norma McCorvey, the former Jane Roe of the Roe vs. Wade

“Promote the value of all life, regardless of stage of development, race, age, gender, or ability.”Abby Johnson, Planned Parenthood executive-turned-pro-life advocate



Пусть всё сбудется!

С Рождеством, с наступившим Новым и наступающим Старым Новым вас!

Снега нет, а в Москве – хлопьями,
Посмотрю-ка снова «Иронию»,
Подышу-ка стихами-песнями,
Той зимой, что с малых лет помню я.

В сотый раз проживу заново,
Прочитаю снова по-новому
Притчу сказочника Рязанова
Про «Иванушку» бестолкового.

Новый год, а любовь старая,
Не ржавеет пусть, не забудется,
Пожелаю вам С лёгким паром! я,
Пусть всё сбудется, пусть всё сбудется.


21 января 2013 г.

Happy December

Nino, Christmas eve_o

They’re few,
so hold them close —
the final hours
still clinging to the calendar, for ours
are those short-lived bright moments
that we touch
without a hope of keeping them.
They fleet,
and yet remain,
and reappear with such
stark clarity —
it sweeps us off our feet,
when in the midst
of winter’s endless plain
we glimpse our summer,
children once again.


© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2016 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

“yet the world did not know him”

John 1:9-14 The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him. He came to his own, and his own people did not receive him. But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.


Image: Our Lady of Vladimir, tempera on panel, 104 by 69 centimetres (41 in × 27 in), painted about 1131 in Constantinople. Public domain