“And the rains descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not; for it was founded upon a rock.” Matt. 7: 27
One day along the beach I took a walk.
Before me, there appeared a church. It seemed
to have a strong foundation. Built on rock,
its white brick surface in the sunlight gleamed.
I thought of One who stood upon a mount
once long ago beside a great sea where
his teachings poured like water from a fount
of wisdom for the poor in spirit there.
He said to build one’s house on rock, not sand,
and spoke of charity - the higher love.
Salvation for the meek, he promised, and
the sweet and everlasting peace thereof.
Since Christ so often taught near Galilee.
I loved the sight of His house by the sea!
By Andrea Dietrich/ Sept. 25, 2011
For the Contest of Constance La France ~My Dear Heart ~
"The Church By The Ocean Poetry Contest"
The one who finds the Father
Can also find the Son
Then the Holy Spirit
Can mark the chosen one.
Then all time can be counted
As time spent faithfully
In service to the Holy One
Who watches over you and me.
Then words like grace and mercy
Mixed with perfect love
Are ours to keep forever
When sent from up above.
Thus, sonnets can be written
And all our sin is smitten.
Written by John Posey
His name, like ointment, soothes. His mighty love
is like the chariot horses of Pharaoh.
His scent is myrrh; His eyes are of a dove.
He feeds among the lilies; He’s a roe
which through my window shows Himself to me.
His countenance is fair; His kiss like wine.
The rose of Sharon and a King is He.
I’m His, and my beloved, my friend, is mine!
His honeyed voice will thrill on hills in spring.
Where pomegranates bud, the roe will run.
I’m sick with love, and that is why I sing
For Him, the apple tree, the choice, pure one!
I sit beneath His shadow and I eat
With great delight His fruit so very sweet.
(Based on my interpretation of various verses
From all 8 chapters of the Song of Solomon.)
For Sara's Kendrick's Contest: "Song of Solomon"
Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the other rooms,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection is within us all,
Which makes us all crawl at times,
On our hands and knees in the dark,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings to us in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept the pleasures,
And push away the sacrifices much in our lives,
Yet, to correct our flaws we have,
Which causes most our struggles,
Till we open our eyes,
And see what we have and must believe,
That our lives are greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it all for us,
But the choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
Which is ours to be found and kept.
(Joy Over Sinners' Repentance
The tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to listen to him
The Pharisees and scribes began to complain
"This man welcomes sinners and eats with them
" So to them he addressed this parable
"What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it?
And when he does find it
He sets it on his shoulders with great joy
upon his arrival home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them,
'Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.'
I tell you,
In just the same way there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need of repentance. (LK 15:1-7)
The two kinds of sins are Original and Actual Sins
Original Sin is what we inherit our first parents, Mama Eve, Papa Adam
We are brought into the world with guilt on our soul
Original Sin was transmitted by natural generation to all his descendants
We are cleansed only through Baptism
The other kind is Actual sin
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word action or omission forbidden by the law of Eternal God
Chief sources of actual sin are Pride, Covetousness, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Avarice, Sloth or Laziness
Actual sin or Daily Sin
We are cleansed only by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Confession or Penance
We must first have the 3 initial sacraments
The 3 sacraments are Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist
Before the other 4 sacraments
To live in heaven with our Lord
The voice, angelic, sings beyond the sealed door
Draws its tune from Prescences profound,
From Beings not in this world found;
A gift conferred to none before,
As treasures from the Deeps to shore.
Her notes align to build the sound
That enfolds the mystic all around,
That skywards lifts her eyes once more.
Given to God while yet a child,
Hildegard's world was made of faith;
He life a-crowd with visions.
She endured their incandescence wild
Within her head, and proved such wraiths
May make a Heaven of their prisons.
She salvages a broken, fertile land
with seeds to plant undoing the disease.
A grim reminder man in harmful stand
of idol, money market’s greedy wheeze.
She spins the future opening the gate,
too long stood closed, cause hinges creak with rust.
An angel song as gift to soothe the way
with guiding hands. The gentleness breeds trust.
Forgiveness holds the key to angel’s might.
It’s tuned to create joy with loving care
as tender roots are fed by Father’s light
and words enriching soul for heaven’s stair.
Now hope returns with rainbow colored days
and gentle cleansing rains…God’s loving stays.
Janet L Vick
Thy elixir is divine diet,
Your panacea people solicit.
The nectar because they don't have,
For you ambrosia is their love.
Stubborn and imposing we folks are,
Creatively shrewd, o almighty you are.
Material advances do we make,
Spiritually you try us to wake.
The greatest player being you here,
We search for sports elsewhere.
The nature is thy superb creation,
Let us this announce with jubilation.
Why don't we perceive you?
Instead we complain too.
An incomplete love letter
I apologized for the pain i had caused
Before i switched pens to express the love i still had
The regrets i still harbor
So everybody get on board
Men and women tickets, please!
Tonight we escape the land
But the hearts beat on, as the waves free our souls
Destined to catch the sunset in Madrid
To the lives we've chose
No more regrets
Just rocky sailing to destiny
Oh God, get me home safely
My blood undenied;
Though a red lip;
Yet a significant figure;
We are oceans apart;
Waiting to confluence;
This caused by sources religious
Which I hear will later confluence;
No response lie in wait;
When all the wishes of the sources;
Arrive at their door step when they
least expect it;
This you tell me in silence;
that the blood undenied will find it's
I trust you;
The blood of my blood that must
....My blood undenied
Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.
As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden,
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call.
Many are great and then some are a bit small.
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon.
It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden.
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl.
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul.
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on.
One day ye shall see,
My Moon half drawn,
Ye see it was all of me.
Your Sun will be gone.
Only one Star shall rise up above my name.
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2007
May 31, 2010
I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today.
Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise.
I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise.
I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day.
I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say.
Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze.
He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze.
I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day!
It is all in a day just for me to say.
Ta! Da! I’d bet you did not realize!
May Day! May Day! I say let’s play!
Walla! I say May Day’s materialize!
Waiting every May Day is loads of fun,
Unbelievably, May Day is never done!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
< master of disguise menacing havoc
I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
but one illuminates from presents sight
tis I carries master key whom ends plight
brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss
poke and probe away with your woven schemes
tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems
your inferno fire from gates of hell
diminished by just one shake from this bell
so bring on your barriers and good grief's
tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep
sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
but turning check telling to kiss thy ass
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
Grouped by four and there is even more.
Grouped by three and then none believe.
It is a mad world and many are deceived.
They don’t care so many I will deplore.
Many just go around making my heart sore.
But they don’t care because there so naïve.
I have given them many thoughts to conceive.
But they don’t care so I’ll just shut the door.
I’ll just throw up my hands,
And I’ll just be said and done.
I’ll just throw it to the sands.
I’ll lie down under the Sun.
I’ll just have to make a lost and found,
Because all of them are wayward bound!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game
Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here
I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex
Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back
As I sail above green forests
And ride jet streams on high seas,
I gain speed like lightning.
The earth loses its hold if you please.
Finding myself wafted into heavens
Angels touch my face.
My soul soars past the man in the moon
Itinerating through ethereal space.
I drink nectar from the Big Dipper,
Whirling planets crook their fingers.
Voices whisper encouragement
As the great Northern Star lingers.
The epitome of aspiration in eternity.
O, how sweet is heaven’s victory!
James E. Tate
God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...
The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.
Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.
I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: firstname.lastname@example.org
OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)
Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
For naught bids as highly priced
As God's promise kept in Christ.
Timothy I Brumley
“Hell is Empty”
As I peruse the nature of the news
the solutions that we will, and will not, choose,
I know that “hell is empty and the devils are all here”
clothed in regal garments sparkling with fear.
So does the touch of Satan reach us all
as we worship at his altar in the mall,
cajoling us with dreams he can’t fulfill
then sticking us with Karma’s unpaid bill.
Thus does Satan take lone pictures of his “self”
disguised in fin’ry pilfered from the shelf,
as we struggle to resist Satanic urge
we service all his needs as concierge.
Perhaps this Satan’s turned to doing good
and in the past was just misunderstood.
John G. Lawless
//for Frank H.-- Shakespeare Contest//
“”hell is empty and the devils are all here”
That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
The Ultimate Sacrifice
Our omnipotent Savior, Jesus Christ
Is worthy of all the honor and praise
Through His redeeming death he paid the price
So all of humanity could be saved
Soldiers pierced the Messiah’s feet and hands
Then with spear they pierced the Messiah’s side
The ruthless soldiers did not understand
The things our Savior had prophesied
The Messiah who came from Mary’s womb
Triumphed over death and over the grave
Though His body was sealed inside a tomb
He arose, as foretold, on the third day
The Disciples of Christ were quite surprised
To discover the boulder pushed aside
Jubilant were they when they realized
The Blessed Savior was yet alive!
ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN
Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:
Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with God -
The first flight from earth being my duty
Becoming His perfect mean and golden rod,
I cool my heels in a dank, dark cell
Where half-light becomes my element
God’s plenty in motes, with the music of the bell
A love feast of the penitent.
I rise on wings of thankfulness and praise,
Sing out in silence the glory of His ways.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
I dedicate this poem to them who are ignorant and making statements on innocent girls that were raped and killed in India.
Disturbance creates crystal ball for heeling flirt.
irresponsibilities perform failure of skills and spreads dirt.
reliabilities of options confirm the intellect of a utilizer,
that runs a system; a person becomes consultant or an advisor,
firms establish a uniform asks young girls to wear a short skirt.
conversation counts in matters also smile draws relationship,
Academic education and experience fails if it takes nudity step,
the system is based on production, progress and growth,
time is value, money is source that never counts someone's hurt.
personal skill counts in an interview to differ a colouring shirt.
caste, colour, religion, language or a boundary that never counts,
if corruption or selfishness profound fails if honesty not in account,
something is different unaffordable that attitudes fail to apply,
we develop injustice, forcible manners in our daily amounts.
I see you, I believe in you!
I die in you, I will behold.
Yes I will be a foolâ€™s gold.
In the morning, I am two.
Come deep into me you fool.
Like one Iâ€™m your two fold.
Correct me now and be bold.
Your day is mine I do rule.
I scream I shout and I am loud.
Oh My God! Where art thou now?
Fly higher up in my white cloud,
I will show Him absolutely how!
Do me once shame it all on me!
I am the only one you can see.
® Registered Ann Rich 2011
FOR MARY MAGDALENE
Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified
My vision that never was, would be His loss.
I mimed too, as they hammered in the nails
Once more assuaging myself in His deep tears
Once more my heart rallying where my speech fails
To give His lips the vinegar it fears.
Sun eclipsed, I dallied with the vision of day,
A multi-chromed banner the old enemy was twisting,
Till I could no longer read in stone and clay,
My flower-head lopped, topped to the moment’s listing -
I shone for Him like a speck in the glory of the sunrise
Waiting for twilight, the beauty of the stars’ surprise.
by Rosemarie Rowley
from IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin 2008
I am The All-Mighty, The Ever-Exalted, The Supremely-Eternal.
To me belongeth the universes, the heavens, the earths, what dwells in-between.
Jinn and Men, I have created, for a sole purpose; duties internal and external.
Worship, glorify, bow, and prostrate before me, but no other; ever-more-pristine.
Revere the sacred books, honor the apostles; believe in the seen and the unseen.
Affirm mine angels, and in destiny, favored and ill-favored, thou must believe.
Be certain of a day, in which the wicked and faithful, their fair dues, shall receive.
I am able to resurrect what lies beneath the grave;
From your first to last, I am able, with but a single word:
“Come unto me!” I say, on an hour that draws near and close; knowledge I save
Into a book that none has touched nor heard.
On a day, unveiled shrewd eyes fear a book of deeds; sorrowful eyes deterred.
Bring unto me the ones that said, “Such a day may never come to lapse,”
And, “It is but one life.” Behold! Unto them comes a day where all shall collapse!
Set before me the ones that claimed, “Three are one” and “One is three.”
I am The One and The Only; I never did beget, nor am I begotten.
Such speech is but idolatry; false lies; ancient myths of your fathers told unto thee.
Christ was but a humble man, out of the devout Virgin’s womb; another miracle
Unto the tribe of Moses, yet they denied in conceit, claiming him a false spectacle.
They neither crucified, nor killed him, and his return marks the Hour;
And for the arrogant and blind-hearted the mere sight of him is ever-sour.
Gather unto me the wicked, the deceitful, and the hypocritical saints and scholars,
That altered my word for mere worldly profit and lame saintly pedestals.
Grudge forth the ones who sinfully distorted my holy verses for miserly dollars.
They chased after a counterfeited paradise, of gaudy looms and deafening lulls.
Lamenting fools curse disdainful saints on a mournful day like fiendish gulls,
The Sovereign inquired the Fire, “Art thou filled?” but, she hungered for more.
Behold a day in which the wicked begs, “Mayest I go back to settle mine score?”