Go get 'em Pope Francis

This little bit is for the all encompassing thinkers amongst my friends.
You know, I'm not a catholic, not even very 'organized religion' oriented, but I do believe in a love bigger than our worldly capabilities are able to comprehend. Therefore, I've found the new Pope Francis, a refreshingly brave soul. He isn't afraid to speak of bigger truths/less dogma. Below is a small quote from a recent piece he wrote. All I can say is, "Go, Pope. God is with you."

"This church with which we should be thinking is the home of all, not a small chapel that can hold only a small group of selected people. We must not reduce the bosom of the universal church to a nest protecting our mediocrity."

POPE FRANCIS, in an interview in which he said the Roman Catholic Church had become "obsessed" with gay people, abortion and contraception.

Night of Nights

            Night Of Nights

            On this night of nights

            Snow squeaks under my boots

            Sounds like little Christmas mice

            Fighting over cookies and milk

           

            I remove one glove, then the other

            Loosen the girth, slide the saddle off

            Give my chestnut mare a quick brush

            Several pats on her warm thick coated neck

           

            A blue glow from a bright star

            Forges a path across the winter landscape

            Reveals neat hoof prints that mark the way

            From whence we have come

           

            Yes, we

            Though I traveled undetected

            Upon the broad back of my companion

            Could I prove I was there

            Perhaps not

            Take it on faith I will say if challenged

           

            The place journeyed to

            Found several years ago

            When I dropped the reins

            Gave my mare her head

            Feels close to Heaven

           

            Tonight, this night, I left prayers

            She trimmed around the tombstone

            Upon which the light always shines brightest

           

            Infant boy-A child of God- the inscription reads

            Each year it is the same and each year

            I marvel at the sight

            My mare moves so unerringly to

           

            Animals in the stable talk at midnight

            Or so it is said

            In honor of a birth long ago

            Does my mare speak of the wonders we have seen

            I do not know

            Will have to take it on faith

           

            Our yearly trek complete

            I lead my mare into the barn

            Settle her in with sweet feed and carrots

           

            Gloves back on, I give her one last pat

            Pull the heavy wooden door closed

            Shut in the incense of horses, hay and miracles

            Snow squeaks under my boots

            On this night of nights