Congratulation Sayings For Pregnant Women

Final Flight of lamb

My sheep before heading to morning mass at the mouth .. with rosaries for grass, chanting their prayers in the form of rhythmic melios. In this procession
"sharp" seems balbettino,
while moving shadow of an oak altar boy. In making
will be tossing their breasts .. that will give their voids in the soil, the appearance of a serrated line .. also typical of the man's private suffering.
Then they will be kneeling for hours, to graze their sins sprayed from the sun.
My hands milking on the day that my own .. hands one day cutting the throat, so taught me from a child .. and so they know their going to die.
The sheep does not emit sound when they die .. lets go in a long sigh.
But in my flock there are also some lambs .. they know nothing of death ..
I find comfort in the nursery watching the green field, with their white aprons,
agile in sin and playing on the "crowns" of grass becket. Sheep
girls never tired in that shadow, never meeting each with its groaning .. .. milky
one thousand different voices .. yet a choir.
thousand different heads to be severed heads .. ..
when the spring in the Easter resurrection of men will die