Comments for A Glimpse of Sweet and Welcome Death at http://www.thecatholicthing.org , comment 1 to 5 out of 5 comments http://www.thecatholicthing.org Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:05:14 +0100 FeedCreator 1.7.3 http://www.thecatholicthing.org/columns/2011/a-glimpse-of-sweet-and-welcome-death.html#comment-8047 You got me on one of my rare good days, Austin : ) - Grump Fri, 09 Sep 2011 15:43:05 +0100 http://www.thecatholicthing.org/columns/2011/a-glimpse-of-sweet-and-welcome-death.html#comment-8046 Why Grump, you are not grumpy at all! - Austin Ruse Fri, 09 Sep 2011 13:20:07 +0100 http://www.thecatholicthing.org/columns/2011/a-glimpse-of-sweet-and-welcome-death.html#comment-8045 Lead, Kindly Light "Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th'encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years! So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on. O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile! Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod, Lead, Saviour, lead me home in childlike faith, Home to my God. To rest forever after earthly strife In the calm light of everlasting life." JH Newman - M. Fri, 09 Sep 2011 12:33:10 +0100 http://www.thecatholicthing.org/columns/2011/a-glimpse-of-sweet-and-welcome-death.html#comment-8044 Nice piece about my hometown, where I spent the first 30 years of my life. Nothing like wandering the streets of the City, stopping in an Irish bar for a brew and brisket sandwich and watching the Yanks on TV. That was a long time ago and the NYC that I remember is but a distant memory. Your prose reminded me of Edward Abbey's recollections of stalking the other side of the Hudson in Hoboken and occasionally finding himself in Manhattan with all its beauty and ugliness. His poignant essays can be found in "The Best of Edward Abbey." Now that I'm old and living in a small town, I miss the vibes of the city, the hot dog and chestnut vendors, the window-shopping and the endless photo ops. At one time, I had friends and kin galore in the Big Apple; now they're either dead or scattered about like leaves in the winter. I hope that heaven will have a few skyscrapers and some fire hydrants to accommodate my dogs, who had better be there or I don't want to go. - Grump Fri, 09 Sep 2011 10:49:40 +0100 http://www.thecatholicthing.org/columns/2011/a-glimpse-of-sweet-and-welcome-death.html#comment-8043 While your comments on the passing of New York haunts rings certainly true, as for me I prefer to reflect on the passing haunts of small town Kansas, or Nebraska, or Iowa. For me, this is where the lessons of life truly lie. Where true vitality lives. - Dennis Larkin Fri, 09 Sep 2011 07:32:48 +0100