TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY OF THE YEAR
6 September 2020 In the second reading today Paul says a very interesting thing. He says that the only debt any of us have is the promise to love one another. Another man, Merrit Malloy, writing about death suggests this for all of us living in a poem called “Epitaph” When I die give what’s left of me away To children and old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother walking the street beside you. And when you need me, put your arms around anyone And give them what you need to give me. I want to leave you something, Something better than words or sounds. Look for me...
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