Travelling to a foreign land,
engaging in a cause not rightfully yours to join,
illegally taking up arms
with a desperate desire to save baby orphans
(only to dig them into the ground anyway);
is a life-altering experience.
There is an old line which goes something like:
"A part of my soul died on that cold, November morn."
But, such an experience can have the opposite effect entirely.
Yes! An experience such as this
can re-kindle a passion within,
so that every single particle,
every minute of each passing hour,
feels like a sacred gift -
the most sacred gift imaginable.
Yet upon returning home from such an experience,
after being grilled by Internal Affairs,
threatened with charges of International Treason,
Subterfuge and Espionage(but in the end,
you were only trying to save baby orphans
that you had to dig into the ground anyway,
so Internal Affairs drops the charges, telling you to scram),
you are inevitably slapped across the face
with an inescapable new reality....
....everyone appears to be whining and complaining
about the most trivial things,
as if everyone simultaneously feels wronged.
And this is wot you feel compelled to do:
you want to take these whiners,
transport them one-by-one
back to the foreign land with you.
After they see living skeletons
drag themselves across the dirt,
moaning, groaning, pleading for a drop of clean water,
a miniscule morsel of food,
you hand the whiner a gun,
point toward an ominous dust-cloud on the horizon,
and this is wot you say:
"See the dust-cloud moving closer towards us.
It is filled with psychopathic horsemen.
These psychopathic butchers are wielding bayonets, machetes and Kalashnikovs.
If you and I do not successfully kill these mad horsemen,
they are going to chop apart all of the baby orphans
congregated in the courtyard over there.
Do you see the beautiful baby orphans in the courtyard?
Yes, those are the orphans.
And if we do not successfully defend this camp,
yet somehow survive with our lives,
we are going to spend the rest of the night
digging the baby orphans into the ground.
So, it best be high time you wipe the tears from your face,
stop worrying about how so-and-so called you a loser or wotever,
how your retirement funds appear to be shrinking
and so you won't be able to play as many games
of hitting the little white ball across a course
fed with enough water to run an entire city.
Forget about your little boo-boo.
Pull-up your chin, straighten that spine,
and start squeezing the trigger like there's no tomorrow."
September 25th, 2011
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner
Every time you listen to my songs
I will be sending you a great big kiss
And though I moved beyond your sight
Know all of you I will surely miss
Always remember the joy and laughter
That always found a home within my face
Always think about all the wonderful times
I took your mind and heart to another place
Please try never to shed unhappy tears
Each day my love ones while I am away
For there will be a time in the near future
When again in each others arms we'll stay
And tomorrow morning when you think of me
About the love you always saw in my eyes
Remember wherever you might be in your life
My spirit will never again leave your side
My family I miss all your hugs and kisses
Which I will always treasure, and I am sure
One day soon again we will laugh and sing
Together in heaven with our precious Lord.
A poem i was moved to write for Whitney, a beautiful
spirit, while listening to Stevie Wonder sing 'Love is in need
of love at here funeral!
Wendell A. Brown
Copyright February 18, 2012,
All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
Swallowed by the night rain;
I chased the light.
Though you knew I could not trust it.
It changes itself when it meets a black hole.
Copyright © Umme Salma Alam
wake up to serendipity
ignorant and unknown
shaken and not stirred
blond can be bond
Reality, metaphor and cliche
cheesy juvenile decay
Love, care and hate
past the use by date
of fights and torment
and well deserved lament
salute to the solitary reaper
with Metallica... I disappear
Copyright © Anwar Hussain
This is the tale of Sandy the snail...
Who always wore her hair in a ponytail...
She was different from others and I’m sure you’ll agree...
As her colors were bright neon fluorescent green you see...
She wasn’t content just moving slow...
She wanted to run like a Marathon Pro...
Up early each morning...
When the Sun arose...
She did pushups, pull ups and touched her toes...
Alas... it was then she realized this was futile...
As everyone knows...
If she had feet, she would be more mobile...
Copyright © kj force
Why do birds have wings,
Did you ever watch them fly?
Gracefully they fill the air,
Beauty in the sky.
Why do puppies wag their tail,
Their happiness so pure?
The little squeeks and special sounds,
Steal your heart for sure.
Why do trees have leaves,
Their branches reaching far?
Their start in life a tiny seed,
Their growth wonder and awe.
Why does the sun rise in the East,
Brighten our life each day?
It then sets in the West,
When it is time to go away.
Why do flowers only bloom,
For a little while?
We enjoy their beauty,
They soon go out of style.
Why is there a rainbow,
Whose colors have no end?
Why is it not straight,
Instead of in a bend?
Moses brought the Israelites,
Out of Egypt's land.
How did they get there anyway,
We do not understand.
Thomas, do you believe,
Because you see and feel?
Bless those who accept the Son,
For it is God's Will.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Copyright © Raymond Morgan
Each morning as my eyes awaken
A lovely song in my heart is heard
Its melody is more than enchanting
It inspires me with amazing words
How could I ever live without you
Lord, why would I ever turn away
From your spirits song of deep love
Which within my heart simply stays
I deeply breathe your perfect harmony
Accepting your kiss of a love divine
Happiness paints my world beautifully
Since your wonderful gift became mine
Lord, I will always let the world know
How truly blessed my life really is
From that very first perfect moment
As you spoke to me the words I forgive
All that I thought would not be possible
Suddenly in an instant became very true
As my heart humbly responded joyfully
How much in life I really needed you
I will seek new ways each morning
To happily lift up your name in praise
Thanking you for making love a reality
As a treasured blessing which now stays.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
SAVED CONVERTED INVERTED CRUCIFIED DEAD BUT NOT YET BURIED
Kiss the ewe she never cries she never sighs she stays happy all the times we
try. The eye was stopped by a patrolman in the middle of my walk to the church to
lay my layman down to rest a night a bite of something not so sweet in bag to
help me live. He said ADDRESS what is your ADDRESS like it's the most
important thing to have NO eye said NO eye do not have a TUCSON address just
one in Flagstaff. HOMELESS he said. NO eye said eye have the ADDRESS in
FLAGSTAFF the one on my ID card. NO he said you are just HOMELESS in
TUCSON. He noticed that eye cared nothing for any of that. WHY did yew not say
that to begin WITH he said to me and eye just tried to ignore a man who has the
world to shrug upon his Atlast Shoulders? PHONE he said ??? No phone what's
your cell phone???
EEYE do not have a PHONE NO CELL PHONE eye almost cried.
NO NUMBER NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD TO CALL MY HOME.
The Indian has no feather he is saved now he is in Heaven beside the MEE. Live
in life wrap the world outside live the life of love and learn to live and love. Eat a
LOT of CHARLAX eat a lot of poems eat a lot of Fabels now.
Copyright © charles hice
Day by day my body decays
And my soul waits
For the warmth of your embrace
The meaning I cannot trace
The time is now to receive your grace
I remember much
Yet memories past have no bearing
I can see much
The meaning almost clear
The dust settles and chaos vanquished
Peace and love echoed again and again through the halls of time
Bear no weight until the final moments
A single frame as I lay
Time will no longer wait and I can no longer stay
Harmony engulfs me
Symphonies escort me
And angels guide me
My loving Father waits for me
I can almost see Him
I certainly feel Him
The old world fades to grey
A brilliant glow not of this world fills me
A love not felt by mortals
It is the beginning of the end
My breath shallow
My thoughts clear
My soul readies
Do not weep
He is waiting for me
This is exactly where I am supposed to be
Copyright © Sean Taylor
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work
Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.
People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Such a beautiful sleeper but yet a
life filled with nightmares;
A demon fighter since her younger age;
I applaud this princess for her strength.
Since birth, the flash from cameras have
overexposed your privacy,
And left you a public flame,
waiting for that moment you’ll ignite like
If allowed, I could show you the wonders
of the world, outside the seven you’ve seen
already with your royal family of music,
Just one request, B.K…..Wake up.
Sadly the ruffles in your bed of life,
Have prevented as good night’s sleep;
For this reason, you feel no one can help you
straighten out your bed sheets;
I however disagree.
I understand that times are tearful since
the passing of your best friend,
in the shape of a mother.
From a distance I’ve noticed the devil
creep up in your family;
I acknowledge that this book of private
affairs is not for me to read, but if allowed;
I’d be willing to write better chapters for you
in the future.
One in particular would illustrate you
kissing cloud nine,
Reminiscing on a career that you were
If this path follows your mother, then may
your voice resonate with the masses,
And display a true angel on earth.
I sympathize with you, that negative forces in
this world can shift your stairway downward;
However, like the demons who constantly try
to awake the skeletons in my closet,
We’re all human, and for every fall,
A rising is waiting, for when you’re spiritually
Let that marinate in your sleepless nightmares
until you wake up, B.K.
I anticipate the day when we meet outside
And the world views you in better light,
That’s not dimmed by the shade of
Understand that these images of a
conversation between us are nothing less
Just like “The Voice”, would sing so
eloquently from her lips;
The greatest love of all is love for yourself;
If these words don’t carry enough weight, just look around;
I’m sure you’ll recognize some ebony queens
in your family who symbolize support.
Remember that your fervent heart awakens for a
And the nightmares shall dissolve as you
rise to awake, B.K.
A true turning stone you will be.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons
i build the game to follow the rules,
a line a black rectangle,
with white dots figuares,
who design such a figuare?
games of rules,
i just know i want to plan to win,
line all up straight like to view a zig zag moon,
but the moment it ends, another game begins,
but who do we call king?
with money on line every thing is a game to a king,
place the stacks high how this type of figuare sit flat to sight,
it can't be that
in the rules in life your in it to win it,
or the game will win you,
and i dont even know the rules to dominos.
i just watch from far,
as it all falls down!!!
one over laping the other,i this perhaps the order?
domino effects are you with it?
Copyright © Louis Borgo
Friday had been the saddest day
That my young life had ever known
The loneliness that my heart felt
Just would not leave me alone
The clouds that filled the afternoon
With their darkness and their dread
Left remorseful feelings alive inside
Along with feelings that seemed so dead
On Saturday when I did awaken
My world was much worse it seemed
For the gloom and darkness it embraced
Left my mind aloof in sad daydreams
Of what my eyes had seen to transpire
On that dark, cold Friday afternoon
I only prayed and hope what was written
Would come to fruition so very soon
As the last twenty four hours ticked away
The hope in my heart did begin to rise
For it began to beat so steady again
Waiting for the prophesied moment to arrive
But many in the room praying around me
Saw their faith begin to slip and fade
Not believing that what was happening
Would be much more than just another day
My heart awaiting the time to come closer
Anticipating the joy it would soon receive
Felt the rhythms of the approaching moment
For deep within it never failed to believe
I heard the most beautiful enchanting melodies
Embracing me from deep within His tomb
And upon hearing the hearty voices of angels
I sensed He would be rising so very soon
And the last twenty four hours did finally end
Sweeping my sadness and loneliness away
Replacing it with pure joy, and happiness
For He rose from the grave on a perfect day.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
Commitment is ….. beautiful when you love somebody.
Commitment is giving something greater than yourself.
A promise: To Assure, Guarantee, Swear, Agree, Secure, Give your word
A pledge: A Promise, Oath, Word of honor
A vow: To Be determined, Declare, Undertake, Assert
Assurance, Dedication, Loyalty, Devotion, Steadfastness, Allegiance,
Faithfulness, Duty, Responsibility, Obligation
If, to the one you love, you cannot give commitment, then you have nothing to give.
God committed Himself to us, He gave of Himself, He gave Jesus.
Jesus then gave His All to us, He held nothing back.
He took the cross that was due us.
Was that commitment? I’d say it was … it was the Ultimate commitment!
Copyright © Bev Edwards - Walther
Innocent Perfection Of Vibes Across The Telephone Line
A stranger call’s familiar voice familiar tone
How do I amend for such a tone?
Sinecure as a ghost to father past question remain have we met before?
So the question that I a post do you believe, in coincidence or do you belief in fate
So I decide to chat with her a minute to find out what her truth agenda was-
As we would speak more and more we would start and finish one another sentence’s
And time with in time we would speak of the exact words in between sentences, a rare a currency
Solomon tears do applied to form but I what it to pause and ask her, sure
You don’t have the wrong number what a coincidence that I was nineteen all on my on, and
As I beginning to fall to sleep the telephone had begun to ring. Maybe it was fate
As when I did decide to get a phone to get long distance as well, it looking in deeper.
Only a fool would be dumb
Found it to
Hang up on such a soothing tone. As she kept the conversation with in an hour about her son that got
College sports that happen to be part Cherokee same as me
All I kept thinking is when did I register to vote?
Soul channeling bed chancing we seem to be on a different plane,
Maybe it’s me or maybe it is us if god put us together surely the heaven would rumple,
A vibe this strong could surely deceive the devil, (hat trick)
Ghost handle of a ring barrel of a magnificent figure of mist of sure air of breeze seen such vibes across
Telephone line chills ran up and down my body standing strain hair up to freeze saying to myself what a
Wonderful innocent of perfection to make an acquaintance still hook on the fact it was coincidence as
Apologize for speaking so long and thank me for being a great listener-
Two and half years later time well spend in the hood that felt more like prison and trust me I’m from the
Like Ice cream milk and cream please and what I was told if I could make it in That hood
I could make it in any giving hood giving the repetition of
My city –
It may have been fate as the whole project was rebuild spiritually and finance by the state
And I had move into an apartment complex as I was told could go for a
1,000 in upstate; fate or coincidence as this familiar voice would call again but this time different name
And she what it to sell me a product and what me to be partners in a company and water who could
Market water and profit and,
Idea Chesire to believe, but those that did belief proceed and say once again I said to myself when did
I get money all and all six year later I was and looking to relocation the phone rings again instead of
Was this coincidence or fate? First thing came to mind was
“Some One Clue Me In”-
I figure out whom this Anonymous person was
But when I say who in the world gives gift cards for cable all away from west
Coast to “City That I’m From” saying to myself, is it still a recession? Was this fate?
I had a place to live or did I have a Guardian Angel?
Question after Question Miss and serve me-
Will I ever get pay for my endeavors and read a quote that said “no good deed goes unpunished”
And phone ring once more-
The look in A man’s eyes never lies asking once more
Was This Fate Or Coincidence-
And the last words that came to mind before the college basketball finals game came on was
Captivating and Memorizing-
Copyright © Louis Borgo
I grabbed my fishing pole and all the fishing lures I thought I would need. Now, I’m on my way to fish for my daily meal.
When I got to the waterfront, there were no fish for me to catch. I was disappointed, so I decided to sit down and think.
While sitting there thinking, a man came over to me. He ask, why are you just sitting here with your fishing pole and lures?
I told the man coming here was a big mistake, so, I’m sitting here because there are no fish for me to catch.
The man said follow me, I’ll take you to a place where you can fish, you won’t need your fishing pole or your lures and you won’t have any regrets.
I didn’t understand what he was saying, but I followed him anyway to see what was his plan.
He took me to a place where a crowd of people had gathered. I said to him, there is no water so how can I fish, what can I hope to catch.
I said to myself, I’ll never catch any fish because too may people are here, so now my hope had been totally shattered.
He said listen to what I say, then you will understand why I brought you to this place.
He stood in front of the crowd and he started to speak. His voice was soft and gentle, like sweet honey to a bee.
He spoke of love, kindness, forgiveness and many other wonderful thing. I forgot about wanting to catch fish for me to eat.
He keep talking and I started to understand. He wanted me to fish for lost souls, so I can teach them about God’s holy plan.
I’m no longer a fisherman for creatures of the sea. I am a fisherman for the Lord, that was His ultimate plan for me.
Copyright © ROSALYN LAMPKIN
The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The arched ceiling holds a dangling string of incandescent bulbs which cast a sickly yellow glow on my shoes and the cavities full of thighbones. “Why are all the bones the same,” I ask. The guide smiles. “Tens of thousands of heaven seekers wish to be buried here. There’s only so much room,” he said. “Even today people pay for holy ground.” Ghostly, armless, rib-less, headless, specters seem to rise un-braced, oh the indignity of it all. I picture them searching for the missing parts of themselves. I sneeze through my paisley scarf, stumble back; back, following the arrows in reverse, seeking the way out; just as frantically as they had sought the way in. The rest of the group trudges on; after all, they had paid their coin to Charon.
First Published in Inwood Indiana January 2014
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
And it shall come to past, when I shall bring
a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be
seen in the cloud…and the waters shall no
more become a flood to destroy…
Memories are like tombstones:
Silent epitaphs of life.
We prepared well for the fire next time;
But the thunder came: wailing clouds
Released their sobbing tears
The crescendo passage of the river’s womb
Overflowed her loins; wetness
Saturating the helpless earth.
Stunned by the surge of the water’s fury,
We sandbagged hope; anchored by our faith,
we levied our destinies on the upper banks of time.
What sins had we forgotten to pray forgiveness for?
How long had we cursed the drought? Who Could stop the tears of God?
Cringing beneath the cloud, whining…
We wiped away our tears; waiting on the crest.
In the tears of God; we waited on the dove: soaring
Skies; sailing in the mist of the bow’s rays;
Refracted by the savory tears of God.
Copyright © millard lowe
ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi! To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai
Jis Ka Unwaan ! Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki
Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka
Jis Ka Raabta ! Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
Copyright © Shaista Mansoor
Thanks to the assistance of the Eternal Holy Spirit
The understanding of both the realities
The words of the heritage of faith
Able to grow in the life of the Church
Through the contemplation
Study of believers who ponder things in their hearts
Is in particular theological research which deepens knowledge of revealed truth
From intimate sense of spiritual realities which believers experience
The Sacred Scriptures grow with the one who reads them
From the teaching of those who have received
Along with their right of succession in the episcopate
The sure charism of truth
It is clear therefore that
In the supremely wise arrangement of EternalGod
And the Magisterium of the Church are so connected
That one of them cannot stand without the others
Each in its own way
Under the action of the Eternal Holy Spirit
They all contribute effectively to the salvation of souls
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
In a dream, I walked naked through a shimmering valley, high in the sacred mountains of a
distant world. The air was warm and moist; the ice I trod upon sparkled like precious
jewels. As I neared the precipice, I became intoxicated with joy. Suspended high above me
in a liquid azure sky, three golden suns drenched my perfect body with benevolent rays of
pure liquid love. I am the sun, the prism, and the rainbow. I am soul, child of God,
resplendent, perfect and free.
Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire
CRY THE BELOVED CONTINENT…
(Apropos The Ripping Veil of Pan-Africanism)
In all her blackness
her soils run red
with the blood of her children
Whose bloated bellies
mock the pregnancy
And her breasts
sag in union
of hopeless hopefulness;
While hollowed eyes
gaze into the wholeness
Smiling death stalks
the narrowing corridors of
life---echoing souring laughs
to virgin wombs
screaming from the shadows
of the valley of death:
But believe brethren---
mock not the gods---
for in the theism
of this imposed dystopia,
a wretched mother
tenaciously clings to time
Copyright © millard lowe
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?
If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich
What Father Christ entrusted to the apostles
In turn handed on by their preaching and writing
Under the inspiration of the Eternal Holy Spirit
To all generations
Until Father Christ return in glory
“Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture make up a single deposit of the Word of Eternal God”
In a mirror
The pilgrim Church contemplates Eternal God
In her doctrine
Life and worship perpetuates
Transmits to every generation all that she herself is
All that she believes
Thanks to its supernatural sense of faith
The People of Eternal God as a whole never ceases to welcome
Penetrate more deeply
And to live more fully from the gift of divine Revelation
The task of interpreting the Word of Eternal God
AAuthentically been entrusted solely to the Magisterium of the Church
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
To Touch The Heart
I to feel and gain respect from love,
But knowing that your lover is much fond of,
That warmth and caring that love gives,
From feelings shared and now love lives.
But that of life's little minutes one can see,
A picture of perfection and reality.
Surrounded with love's handy touch,
And that glitter from feelings felt so much.
But with much beauty from loves shame,
One noticing that hate has lost this game.
And now tell me of how to feel from pain,
When my heart touches your name..
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson
The Word of Eternal God
Which is the power of Eternal God for salvation to everyone who has faith
Is set forth
Displays its power in a most wonderful way in the writings of the New Testament
Which hand on the ultimate truth of Eternal God’s Revelation
Their central object is Jesus or Father Christ
Eternal God’s incarnate Son
Mission and glorification
His Church’s beginnings under the spirit’s guidance
The Gospels are the heart of all Scriptures
Because they are our principal source for the life
Teaching of the incarnate Word
We can distinguish three stages in the formation of the Gospels
The life and teaching of Jesus or Father Christ
The Church holds firmly that the four Gospels
Whose historicity she unhesitatingly affirms
Faithfully hand on what Jesus
The Eternal Son of Eternal God
While He lived among men
Really did and taught for their salvation
Until the day when He was taken up
The oral tradition
After the ascension of the Lord
The apostles handed onto their hearers what they had said and done
But with fuller understanding which they
Instructed by the glorious events of Father Christ
Enlightened by the spirit of truth
The written Gospels
The sacred authors
In writing the four gospels
Selected certain of the many elements which had been handed on
Either orally or already in written form
Others they senthesized or explained with an eye to the situation of the Churches
While sustaining the form of preaching
But always in such a fashion that they have told us the honest truth about Jesus
The fourfold Gospel holds a unique place in the Church
As is evident both in the veneration which the liturgy accords it
In surpassing attraction it has exercised on the saints at all times
There is no doctrine which could be better
More splendid than the text of the Gospel
Behold and retain what our Lord and Master
Has taught by His words and accomplished by His deeds
But above all it’s the Gospels that occupy my mind when I’m at prayer
My poor soul has so many needs
Yet this is the one thing needful
I’m always finding fresh lights there
Hidden and enthralling meanings
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Part 1: Catalyst
I recently read a blog that purported to report news
Of extraordinary import to us all,
That the Catholic Pope, with a new encyclical letter,
Announced to the world his conviction that there is no Hell
And that the idea of Hell itself is just a literary device,
A metaphor for separation from God’s love,
An idea now vanquished by God’s Grace in Christ….
That all men are, in fact, brothers AND children
Of a loving Father who loves us all in spite of our antics,
Not a parent that choses favorites or pits child against child.
I thought, “Am I dreaming? How can this be true.”
“The church has so long been a source of judgment,
Pitting groups of men against each other
With appeals to their vanity and attempts to separate
Believers from their hard earned cash, not to serve God,
But to enrich perhaps man’s monuments to Satan himself.”
The Pope’s imagined letter continued with vows
To abandon intolerance, even recognizing that
“Truth is not set in stone,” and that men have no right
To insist God cannot change or wisdom to discern it
If in fact it should happen, evolution itself seeming proof
That even God gets bored with the status quo at times
Just one little asteroid it seems and poof, abracadabra,
No dinosaurs, to munch any longer, on man’s progenitors.
The letter even suggested that we remain open to new
Sources of inspiration, like science perhaps,
Another good and perfect gift to man from God,
And concluded that no door open to one sex
Should ever be closed to the other, that men and women
Should all be eligible to the church’s hierarchy
And Old Testament calls for intolerance and judgment
Be seen as outdated, and contrary to the message
Of love and truth, revealed in Christ’s teaching .
Part 2: The Unfolding of Feeling
It was as if the doors of heaven itself had been opened to me,
And Christ resurrected once again from the dead,
First death on the cross, second death by those
Who wear expensive versions of His stolen vestments
Perhaps only the innocent can truly know His pain,
Well, maybe the two thieves who died with Him as well
One of which entered paradise with him the same day.
Man’s journey, our journey with God began long before
The birth of all we know, God’s plan already perfect,
Before time as we know it began, in God’s imagination,
Even the very idea of your future life precious to Him.
The paradox of God knowing you completely and your free will
Already blossoming in one of God’s favorite gardens,
Nestled in the Word of the great I AM, the holy seed of your birth,
A poetry whose rhyme, rhythm, and music only angels sing.
How many stars had to die for your awakening in His plan?
How patient and wonderful His dream for your life,
As atom by atom your complex chemistry was collected
From the vastness of the whole of His creation!
All of this preparation for you, joy in your potential,
Who is greater in His heart, my brother, my sister than you?
Yet you think yourselves beyond the reach of His caring,
Beyond the warmth of His heart, because of other’s lies.
Part 3: The Denouement
Of course it is only fair for you to question my sharing,
Indeed the heart always doubts, but God doesn’t condemn,
His Grace always so much bigger than we can imagine,
His justice wiser that than that of our ancestors.
Yes, my own witness rests on the love of another….
This witness showed me God’s love without cunning
With his heart alone he proved that God’s love is real,
No evidence can disprove what I learned that day.
May God lead you to so trust my words or your own miracle!
Do not listen, my still troubled friends, to Sunday Christians
Who imagine their church to be a Country Club for the saved,
“We have so much money God must love us more than the rest!”
Let me assure you, whatever church or faith you visit by chance,
Regardless of what they think of themselves, you’ll find a niche,
For every church is, in fact, a hospital for the sick and dying.
While you are with them do whatever good that you can.
You might be the Good Samaritan a desperate church has prayed for,
You, though a stranger to their faith, teach them what faith means.
Part 4: Epilogue
Yes , on our journey of faith the terrain is never of our choosing,
The scenery, the wells that quench thirst, the manna heaven sent,
Our strength too, but movement is always our own will.
I called or wrote many of my best friends to share the dreams
Expressed in this disarming and duplicitous journalistic prose,
And then the next day when it became clear that the letter was false
Just as quickly repeated my efforts to inform all of the deceit.
I find myself now laughing at my own gullibility,
But rather pleased at the same time that so many shared my dreams.
If you find my disappointment in organized religion laughable,
Let me share finally by echoing “The Beatles” and say simply that,
“I hope someday you too will join us, and the world will be as one!”
June 26, 2015
Copyright © Brian Johnston
There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family
There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family
There's a void, now
A hollow cavern
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family
There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family
Copyright © CAROL ROBINSON
Strengthen my spirit with your precious love
Always increasing my faith deep within
Help me, Lord, to overcome all adversity
And over worldly sins always help me to win
Unlock the deep in-dwelling power of faith
The spiritual essence which only comes from you
Pick me up each day and make me so clean
Guide me always in what i should pursue
Please never let the enemy overwhelm me
Always protect me Lord with your hands
Setting me always upon the solid rock
Whose power nothing can ever withstand
For you are the very first one to love me
In that time with you before I was born
Always keep me safe within your embrace
So I will never again taste of satan's scorn
For I am a child of yours the one living God
And of your sustaining love my heart will tell
Because of your perfect gift of salvation
My faith in your promises, Lord, will never fail.
Wendell A. Brown,
February 7, 2013,
Copyright © Wendell Brown
According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church
The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal
The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture
But also the realities and
About which it speaks can be signs
The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism
The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction
The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem
A medieval couplet summarizes the significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny
It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza