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Give me the boy until he is seven and I will give you the man. (paraphrased)

This quote has been attributed in one instance to St. Ignatius of Loyola - founder of the Jesuits
and in another St. Francis Xavier and regardless of the rather dubious "doings" of the Jesuits,  the ethos of this written word remains the same.   A child is a blank page upon which we write with all our beliefs and prejudices.

A moral sense of right, wrong and judgement may remain or re.surface in later years and quite
rightly in free churches dedication as opposed to infant baptism is considered the choice of parents for their offspring alongside their commitment to raise the child unto the Lord.
    
The aforementioned an explanation for a very Catholic journey into phrose by a thirteen year old pupil of an English Convent School.    

Through the cool blown summer grasses,

through the swaying flowering masses,

an angel came on a snow white steed,

to rest by the ever whispering reed.

Listening to the laughing stream,

the angel sank down in the sun's warm beam,

for soon she must on her mission go,

as soon as the heavenly bodies did glow.

Some said they saw this angel

as she rode through the purpled sky

and her cherubic voice like the chimes of crystal

begged for speed lest the little one die.

And her mare she obeyed the order

as her hoofs thrashed the still night air,

as a beautiful Lady in cloak of blue,

from the Isles of the Blessed smiled down on the two.

A mellow light glowed from a room to the street

and the angel climbed down from her lofty seat.

She silently crept to the big heavy door

her feet padded over the cold stone floor.

A guardian angel was kneeling there,

feathered wings folded she knelt in prayer.

"Oh mother" please help me the dying child cried.

"Oh God save my child" the distraught mother sighed.

And music, unearthly, it filled the air

and the sleeping physician awoke in his chair.

A blaze of glory shone o'er the child's face

all pain swiftly fled from this holier place.

The deathly face coloured, the eyes flickered wide

"why look she is better" the stunned mother cried.

And the angel she turned and opened the door,

I have finished my work, I'm needed no more.

But as she and her mare back to heaven sped

the little girl looked to her mother and said,

"There was a shining angel who stood by my bed"

And a Queen smiled down from a golden seat,

for an angel and steed at the Gates she must meet.

Raised in the Catholic faith you are instructed to pray to Mary and the Saints requesting they intercede for you - this mysterious God is behind the priests - behind the veil.  They venerate a block of wood, piece of stone and a bag of bones.   Absurdly it can be an odd shaped potato or crying statue and when one realises the history of this particular denomination - small wonder the virgin weeps.   Every respect to the simple Jewish girl chosen by Adonai for her purity and spotless womb, who carried the Son of God, raised Him only to watch Him suffer and die for the sins of mankind.   Surely Blessed amongst women.

4TH COMMANDMENT

You shall not make for yourself a carved image-any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.

You shall not bow down to them nor serve them.  FOR I THE LORD YOUR GOD, AM A JEALOUS

GOD, VISITING THE INIQUITY OF THE FATHERS UPON THE CHILDREN TO THE THIRD AND FOURTH GENERATION OF THOSE WHO HATE ME,  but showing mercy to thousands,

to those who love Me and keep MY COMMANDMENTS.  

KADOSH - ADONAI - ELOHIM TZEVA-OT

Talitha Hills

1953