August 29, 2018
St. Monica
Beads slowly pass by
Mysteries and memories
My heart kneels with you
I feel your hands over mine
Sweet sister help me to pray
August 26, 2018
St. Mary Baouardy of Jesus Crucified
In my room I sit
Studying a book of poems.
Ruah at my side
An ah-ha moment hits me
This–is ordinary time
August 20, 2018
20th Sunday Ordinary Time
Now, the wedding feast
The waiting groom takes his place
He calls for his bride
Leaving the bridal chamber
She blows her lover a kiss
Our parish priest had a lovely sermon today to help people deal with the current scandal in the church involving Cardinal McCarrick and the grand jury in Pa.
I wrote this after I got home while praying vespers. I was reminded that the church is the bride of Christ and our fallen brothers are His bride too. I asked father after mass to remember them in his prayers. He assured me he’ll be speaking on that later in the week.
August 19, 2018
St. Albert Hurtado
I have really been in the mood to write poetry lately. Here’s a few that I have done during the last few weeks.
Echoing my tears
Rain pounds upon the roof top
My life a monsoon
On the other side of life
My garden thrives, flowers bloom
(confession)
Deluge rains down
Bowed low I hold myself tight
As grace fills me up
This one is an exercise for haiku that involves memories and sensory perception:
Pink flamingos guard
Kids watch the roaring bonfire
Wood smoke covers all
(climbing Mt. Carmel)
Lost in a valley
Led astray by a flower
This is all my fault
Cheep! Cheep! says the bird
He goes on and on non-stop
Nature’s alarm clock
Despite my fatigue, I smile
Deafened, I would miss his voice
(the Assumption of Mary)
She walks in beauty
Arrayed in gold is my queen
Sweet sister, I love you
Beautiful rose robes
God’s invitation to me
Gaudete Sunday
Together we stand
My shield brother/ war brother
Angel at my side
You follow where I lead
Keep me pointed towards her star
I am still managing to pray the rosary each day for the 54 day rosary novena, rosary coast to coast which ends on the feast of the rosary in October. It is already a challenge. I am lazy and slothful. I have no self-discipline. Making it this far is an accomplishment and without God’s grace I would have given up on day two. Thank you Lord. Thank you guardian angel.
August 6, 2018
St. John Vianney
To one knee I fall
Weapons held, I make my oath
Lady I am thine
Weak and feeble I arise
Cherished, forgiven, and called
August 1, 2018
St. Sofia
My beautiful words
In my hands I held you, fly
Free, once was enough
I really enjoyed writing this one. I could see the poem like a hawk held in the cup of my hands. I knew the two lines might slip away before I could move the cat and get paper and pen. That didn’t matter. I had seen them, known them. It was their right to take flight. I didn’t need to put them in a cage. I had seen them, known them. It was enough.
It’s hard to say if fly free, is one phrase of if there’s a pause indicating separation. This play on words that continues with my mind not knowing is kind of interesting.
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