This is a poem I was recently introduced too, and I thought it should go in here.

                                         I see His blood upon the rose
                                         And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
                                         His body gleams amid eternal snows,
                                         His tears fall from the skies.

                                         I see His face in every flower;
                                         The thunder and the singing of the birds
                                         Are but his voice - and carven by his power
                                         Rocks are His written words.

                                         All pathways by His feet are worn,
                                         His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
                                         His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
                                         His cross is every tree.

                                                                                                   - Joseph Mary Plunkett

I figured out how to dedicate thingsss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I guess Anna did..... But I helped!

"Not really." - Anna