While our sports shall be seen On the Echoing Green
Till the little ones weary No more can be merry The sun does descend, And our sports have an end: Round the laps of their mothers, Many sisters and brothers, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest; And sport no more seen, On the darkening Green. The Echoing Green by William Blake Dear Friends, Even as a Catholic, I can honestly say I’ve never taken much spiritual growth from hardship or found any virtue in the idea of offering up our sufferings. Sure, I get that we should all carry our crosses and I understand that the meaning of our existence isn’t to be found in comfort. Yet, I often think on the words of Dorothy Day who described the goal of Catholic Worker as trying to create a society where it ‘is easier for people to be good’. Even when Dorothy embraced voluntary poverty for herself, she still understood that living was meant to be joyful. Dorothy goes onto say that ‘life wasn’t meant to be so hard, God never intended for there to be so m