Wet Evening in April By Patrick Kavanagh [1] "The birds sang in the wet trees And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now And I was dead and someone else was listening to them. But I was glad I had recorded for him The melancholy."
I'm worried that God doesn't forgive me. Perhaps it is one of the evil one's insinuations. I have tried to confess everything. I experienced wonderful healing last night which lasted a while and which gave me courage to keep going. Heading to medjugorje on pilgrimage too in the near future which is something positive, thanks be to God!
