a right path
© Eugene Harvey
Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2013
The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”
The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family
Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism
Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit
Those who die for faith
All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize
With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
LORD HEAR MY PRAYER. SHOW ME WHICH WAY TO GO. TELL ME WHICH PATH TO WALK DOWN. LORD I HOLD MY HEAD DOWN IN SORROW AND DISGRACE. TEMPTATIONS IS LEADING ME THROUGH CLOSED DOORS OF HATRED. I WANT TO WALK IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS, LORD.
MY KNEES BLEED FROM BENDING AND PAIN. I CRY HELL TEARS LOSING MY FAITH IN LIFE. I WANT TO BE FREE LORD, FREE OF MISERY AND DAMNED. MY MIND TEMMPTING ME TO LOSE INSANITY. HELP, ME LORD, EASE MY MIND FROM EVIL MORTAL THOUGHTS.
I WALK LORD, UNTIL I HAVE SWOLLEN BLISTERS UNDER MY FEETS. NOT KNOWING WHERE I'M GOING. LORD, I'M SO LOST AND CONFUSED. MY VEINS RUNS THROUGH MY BODY SOLID AND HARD, LIKE COAL FROM A BURNING FIRE.
LORD, PLEASE GIVE ME STRENGHT. TEACH ME HOW TO BE STRONG, FIGHT MY F EARS AWAY FROM ALL THESE WICKED THOUGHTS IN MY MIND. WALK WITH ME LORD, HOLD ME UP, SO I WANT FALL DOWN. SHOW ME LORD, HOW TO HAVE FAITH AND BELIEVE IN MYSELF. I'M LOSING LIFE AND ALL IT'S VARIETIES. LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER, PLEASE BE WITH ME, IN YOUR NAME JESUS, I PRAY. AMEN
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
The hills of Nagaland, his Motherland,
A countryside plenteous cultural, scenic landscapes.
When first he cried mamma,
Father's loving eye called a feast.
At juvenile being send for literature
Still jejune, naive he grew more to drug.
Spend half his life white plagued;
Homecoming a peddler,
Potentate dealer of variant hard drug.
Evil favored, sadist none would ostracise heretofore,
Not until the weakening lying in hospital bed.
No purpose driven laying waste discomfited;
Anathematize and bescorned.
Doctors ceased this man of multiple organ failure;
Counted his days of life be lived.
Betwixt life and death:
'Christ puissant touch mended, healed his feeble body.'
Abhorred by gentiles despite found his lost soul,
Alleulia Rabbi Jesus he wailed agonizely
Lackaday he knelt and read Psalms 51,
whence all his sins brought to The Cross where Christ atoned.
With contrite, repentant heart;
Thenceforth made The Word of God his purpose for life.
Benison, born-again, edified, ordain and sanctified;
Redeemed many a lives of friends similitude.
Counsel prisoners, addiction where once he dwelled;
Still lives a servant of Christ mightily being wield.
Speaks of Mark 8: 34, renders Matthew 11: 28;
Manifest ‘His' omnipresence, unconditional love.
And in him was when I found Christ in me.
Copyright © sukkum chang | Year Posted 2012
I saw it in dark mornings
And I let my friend to see
Its darkness lived in me
My friend cried and tried
But I kept behind darkness
I could see his tears burn
And I saw it again in me
I wanted to stop its glow
It grew so high that it seizes me
But with soft touch of desire it died
I thought it would end today
But it grew through dawn and twilight
My friend don’t let me die in darkness
Let me die in light to see stars shine
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
Dear Sacred Son,
I realize this feels like a Win-Lose
New Game Year,
with you as "Loser"
and so it is,
a self-fulfilling prophecy
equally as powerful
as if you could find a way to choose
this as a Win-Win Game
opportunity, with only shorter term risks likely,
with you as CoWinner
and so it would be,
your new year self-fulfilling prophetic resolution.
January strikes each new year with tough love
messages everywhere you see time's cold harsh claw
fang of Lose-Lose angry threat of fears,
self and other hatred
of political and economic
and personal and familial hypocrisies,
thinking we might ever Win through trying
Love's narrow path
between Angry memories
and their foreshadowing winterish dark Fear
of freezing death.
Especially true, perhaps,
without Advent advantage of more positively waiting
in elational CoMessianic Expectation
hosting Winter's Solstice
Transition from Win-Win new year expectation
into Lose-MaybeSomedayWin ego pay-it-forward investment
in eco-health and therapy
by divesting of Ego v. Eco SuperCompetitive Pathology.
Even, if not especially,
in cold freezing heart of January,
it feels good and warm to remember Present EcoPresence,
Interior Landscape as cold, cold Exterior Winter Landscape
of dipolar revolution
toward Summer's Win-Win regenerative wealth maturation,
whether incarnate or no longer,
this year is likely to get much better
within six months,
before things start to shake down
for the next round.
Perhaps it helps to imagine your Interior Landscape
as already experiencing July's warm climaxing Beloved Community,
worshiping together in verdant gardens and fields,
or just sitting in front of any RealTime old-rooted tree
or sublimely octaved unfolded flower,
or imagining the beauty of human bicamerally unfolding
eco-centric balancing temporal-neural nature
and iconic language patterns and rhythms,
and information and communication systems,
and history of science and psychology and ecology and evolution,
and then a nap
As warm radiant light
baptizes me in cosmic atmospheric bright
drifting toward another January sunny afternoon,
Interior Landscaping for Win-Win EcoPlay.
Your Always Loving, but also Retiring,
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
The night was cold and dark , the wind strong and harsh pressing against his back and for a moment he entertained the thought that some divine force was watching and smiling, perhaps even encouraging him.
Encouraging the tendencies that drove him, muffling the voices inside his head that asked what he was doing.
He was beginning to transcend into the setting and situation, begging to embrace his role like an instrument in an orchestra, each working in different ways yet still all part of the same song and only together do they create orchestral music.
Him the same as the violinist who has never played in the orchestra before, playing alone he understand solely the violin and the music he plays, in his mind he cannot fathom what it would be like to play in the orchestra and the process of a variety of sounds coming together.
Yet upon the incorporation the violinist understand that it is no different than the music he makes alone. The violinist does not appease the orchestra; rather it is the orchestra that calls upon the violin and all the instruments of the orchestra calling upon each other, working to each other’s strengths and weaknesses this is what creates the bountiful flavour of the orchestra.
It is then that the violinist understands what it means to play in an orchestra. One may listen to orchestral music and perhaps it has even inspired him or her to take up an instrument of their liking. Yet this does not offer them the same insight that the violinist in the orchestra has.
They can imagine, maybe they play pieces from their favourite orchestral movements, perhaps they even go as far as playing along with the recording of an orchestra, entertaining the thought of what it would be like to play with the harps and drums and flutes, yet regardless of their manifestation they can never have the same insight as that the violinist who actually plays in the orchestra, who makes it a reality.
And if it is not that reality, then it never will be and the fruitions of it will never come to ripen in the head of the pretender, because if the tape stops, it’s over.
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2014
We`re going out today for a drive, but it was cold and I was
thinking what had happened to a small town somewhere afar
and the nature around the town was flat sullen yet silky, but
it was home for people of peace and young laughter.
Few people ventured out but sat in their yard in the evening
now that the town was in the grip of fanatical criminals.
A few places were open, though, two cafes where men could
drink coffee but not smoke, cigarettes and waterpipes had
been outlawed, a sandy field where the young dreamed
how to get away from this dangerous town drowning in fear
and paralyzing inertia
No had heard a thing before bombs started falling killing everyone
inside the cinema, low flying helicopters came and shot at
everything that moved, suddenly they left like shadows as
moonless night across a landscape not unlike the Dead Sea.
Over 500 hundred people were killed mostly civilian and no
Paris sympathy for them.
The western world had again conducted a mass murder in the name
of stopping terrorists. I sit by the fire and wonder why it that we in
the West thinks it has the right to start wars as we please and why
is it we so willingly follow demagogues and aggressors where they
go down the road of ruins, death and suffering, proudly we wear
their medals, ribbons and we are oblivious to its ghastly irony.
We wrap us up in patriotic flags; dissent will not be tolerated we are
so perverted we do not see we are wrapped in a shroud.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015