Best Apostolic Poems
The tradition in question comes from the apostles
Hands on when they received from Jesus’ teaching examples
What they learned from the Eternal Holy Spirit
First generation of Christian did not have a written New Testament
It demonstrates the process of living tradition
Tradition is to be distinguished from the various theological
Disciplinary
Liturgical or devotional traditions
Born in the local churches over time
These are particular forms
Adapted to different places
Times
In which the great Tradition is expressed in the light of Tradition
The traditions can be retained
Modified
Even abandoned under the guidance of the Church’s magisterium
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Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know)
Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light
on the Word:
Truth—
I hear
said the deaf
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—
I feel you
said the paraplegic
brother
sister
who felt and feels
the written Word:
blinking
thinking
scratching
tearing
echoing
in every way—
What’s your problem…
brother!?!
sister!?!
Tell me!!!
Yo! I shall
see you!
Yo! I shall hear you!
Yo! I shall feel you!
Yo! I shall walk with you!
Yo! I shall fight with and for you!
Word!
Father Christ called apostles
Be His collaborators
They were His eye witnesses
Apostles are priests and teachers
Holds fast their tradition
Governed by their successors
Successor was first pope, St. Peter
To now 2013, Pope Francis,
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All who seek to find grace, life and light, come enter through the door of Christ
Bring with you your burdens strong; he’ll forgive of sins and every vice
Let the eyes of your being, through your hearts, witness the truth and light
He died for us as man and came back to us divine, to end the constant night
For the stone that is cast is also the greater stone that he has pushed away
Allowing the rebirth, the forgiveness of sins to exist upon this very day
Asking not why He does so, just know it is done purely out of hope and love
For He has given us the chance, everyone of us, to join Him then above
Ring out, ring out, the bells that tell all of the world, that shares what we know
Go, with Him telling all, we have a chance at living eternal with Him, because He arose
OF APOSTOLIC CHALLENGE
I know the mask you wear
is not you;
nor are the hilarious snorts,
silly giggles, and screams:
the real you—beautiful
soul—earlier reflected itself…
A mask can not reflect
what it is not—veiling
that which it can never be—
so I sit here in contemplation
of the task ahead
to bring back you—to bring
you back—from the influence
of the demon spirit
controlling and leading you
away from the true you…
leaving me tenaciously chasing
that phantom spirit
chasing you
trying to dissolve your grasp
of self—leaving a lost soul
in search of its navel beginning…
While the waters of time
may dissolve the crystals of pain,
the keloids of memory remain;
and though without limits,
time takes timed time
in its tic-tock melting…
Meanwhile, I sit here
beseeching the Sacred Power
to grant me divine wisdom
and guidance in the mission purpose;
a challenge faced with warrior hope
and the tenaciousness of valiant faith
that this cross too,
shall soon know the emptiness of inevitable
resurrection…
We are all of the family
of the bare cross—its healing spirit
forever with us—
if it were not so there’s no way
I would be sitting here
penning purpose preparation …
p.s.: A wiser one literally wrote:
You only need to seek and
you shall find…
You only need to ask and
it shall be given…
You only need to knock and
the door shall be opened…