And Always, There Was The Magic Of

It's A Beautiful Religion And I Wish I Understood It More. No, I Don't Want To Understand It All. It's Beautiful Because It's Always A Mystery. Sometimes I Say I Don't Believe In God And Jesus And Mary. I'm A Bad Catholic Because I Miss Mass Once In A While And I Grumble When, At Confession, I Get A Heavy Penance For Something I Couldn't Help Doing. But Good Or Bad, I Am A Catholic And I'll Never Be Anything Else. Of Course, I Didn't Ask To Be Born Catholic, No More Than I Asked To Be Born American. But I'm Glad It Turned Out That I'm Both These Things.

I Need Someone. I Need To Hold Somebody Close. And I Need More Than This Holding. I Need Someone To Understand How I Feel At A Time Like Now. And The Understanding Must Be Part Of The Holding.

The World Was Hers For The Reading.

Oh Time...time, Pass So That I Forget! Oh Time, Great Healer, Pass Over Me And Let Me Forget.

Books Became Her Friends, And There Was One For Every Mood.