THE HAPPY SORROWS.

My father has told me a lot.
But my mother told me more.
And the strangers who me their friends.
Taught the customs that my parents have set aside.

These customs are sweet to the soul and bitter or painful to the body.
They work on two different entities, differently.
The name I got, when I was young.
It was in her, that he was birthed.
And his ended existence some years ago,
birthed me a moment from his home.
In his name, I was called.
And in him, I find value.
I seek nothing, but to follow in his footsteps.
Even as a Priest or not as one.
But his teachings are so dear, to my heart.
And in pain, do my hands keep bleeding bare?
Oh..! grant me Lord thy blessings.
I pray thee.
Knowing that you were there before I was born.
But in nature, he came before me.
In him, my soul finds solace.

Happy Feast day to me.
Happy Feast day, Blessed Cyprian Tansi.
Happy Feast day, to all Catholics.

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