Daily Writing, 63

A bell is no bell til you ring it A song is no song til you sing it And love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay Love isn’t love til you give it away. — Maria, in the Sound of Music

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 62

Along St. Peter’s Square

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 61

Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again. — Luke, 6:38 The statue of Charity, in the portico of St. Peters

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 60 – A Single Candle

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. — Anne Frank

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 59 – Have I Told You Lately?

Have I told you lately, that I love you?

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 57 – Keys to the Kingdom

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven …

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 55 – Leisure

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done. There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost. It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road… — Florence Bone (1875–1971), The Morning of To‑Day, 1907

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 52 – Bridge of Angels

The Bridge of Angels (Ponte Sant’Angelo), leading to the Castel Sant’Angelo (Hadrian’s Castle) It took me a half an hour to slowly traverse it :) It was that beautiful.

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 51 – Go Thou to Rome

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation’s nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread … — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais, 49....

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza

Daily Writing, 50 – On Meeting Death Cheerfully

Before I became old I tried to live well; now that I am old, I shall try to die well; but dying well means dying gladly. — Seneca, Letter 61: On Meeting Death Cheerfully

September 3, 2018 · Mario Jason Braganza