I looked through my alphabetically arranged lives of the saints and it isn't there. Then I went upstairs where I have two shelves of biographies and it wasn't there either. So instead of spending the day following my intended pursuit, I will read the entry on St. Helena in Butler's Lives of the Saints and offer up my frustration for the poor souls in Purgatory.
The one good thing about losing a book is that I often sit down by a shelf and go through its contents picking up various books and setting them down again. Today I found a book of poetry by David McCord that one of my siblings had as a poetry textbook in seventh grade. How do I know? Because on the flyleaf in a young person's cursive I read "St. Augustine School 7th grade." St. Augustine's is in Elkridge, Md where my parents lived during my father's last three duty stations. I was heading off to college that autumn, but my three youngest siblings were still in elementary school and were enrolled at the local parish.
Sunday is not a bad day to take a walk down memory lane. I'll ask my sister if the book was hers and see if she would like it. And here is a poem appropriate for Sunday.
I can just see a little child gazing out the window at a bird. Perhaps that's one reason churches have stained glass windows. Instead of looking at a little bird on the window sill, colored glass depictions of the saints capture the child's attention. Although the birds with their beautiful voices always lift my heart to God. They certainly are one of God's choirs.
Have a blessed Lord's Day. Meanwhile, I'm asking St. Anthony to help me find my lost book.
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