cardinal john henry newman

Heart of Mary, after God’s own Heart, pray for us!
Heart of Mary, in union with the Heart of Jesus, pray for us!
Heart of Mary, the vessel of the Holy Ghost, pray for us!
Heart of Mary, temple of the Holy Trinity, pray for us!
Heart of Mary, abode of the Word, pray for us!

- Litany of the Immaculate Heart of Mary by Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman


Quote of the Day – August 22 

“No one has access to the Almighty as His mother has; none has merit such as hers.
Her Son will deny her nothing that she asks; and herein lies her power.
While she defends the Church, neither height nor depth, neither men nor evil spirits, neither great monarchs, nor craft of man, nor popular violence, can avail to harm us; for human life is short
but Mary reigns above, a Queen forever.”

~~~~~ Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman ~~~~~

Guardian Angel

My oldest friend, mine from the hour / When first I drew my breath; / My faithful friend, that shall be mine, / Unfailing, till my death;

Thou hast been ever at my side; / My Maker to thy trust / Consign’d my soul, what time He framed / The infant child of dust.

No beating heart in holy prayer, / No faith, inform’d aright, / Gave me to Joseph’s tutelage, / Or Michael’s conquering might.

Nor patron Saint, nor Mary’s love, / The dearest and the best, / Has known my being, as thou hast known, / And blest, as thou hast blest. 

Thou wast my sponsor at the font; / And thou, each budding year, / Didst whisper elements of truth / Into my childish ear.

And when, ere boyhood yet was gone, / My rebel spirit fell, / Ah! thou didst see, and shudder too, / Yet bear each deed of Hell.

And then in turn, when judgments came, / And scared me back again, / Thy quick soft breath was near to soothe / And hallow every pain.

Oh! who of all thy toils and cares / Can tell the tale complete, / To place me under Mary’s smile, / And Peter’s royal feet!

And thou wilt hang about my bed, / When life is ebbing low; / Of doubt, impatience, and of gloom, / The jealous sleepless foe. 

Mine, when I stand before the Judge; / And mine, if spared to stay / Within the golden furnace, till / My sin is burn’d away.

And mine, O Brother of my soul, / When my release shall come; / Thy gentle arms shall lift me then, / Thy wings shall waft me home.

The Oratory. 1853.

Blessed John Henry Newman