Best Chrism Poems

She returns my gaze when I'm too restless to sleep
   a lustrous pearl mounted, deep set in a sapphire sky
I lie awake in my room, papered in spider spun silk
   Slumber is allusive to us tonight; the moon and I

I wonder...

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The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words...

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Driving in Atlanta past pear trees, struck
with spring lightning, I rolled down my window 
as if breathing deeply might anchor their passing, 
perfect beauty. Paula, with whom we share
in her meditation class, (she, of the nature religion 
embraced in adulthood, leaving behind the ship-
wrecked Jewish...

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for Charles Baudelaire

(Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : « A Charles Baudelaire », translated by T. Wignesan.
I thought I’ll first present to readers – they should see why - an unrimed version, and maybe later the strict sonnet form.)

I didn’t know you, I didn’t love you,
I know...

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It was I.
IT! WAS! I!
2000th year was rolling by.
Who concocted this chrism mix?
Who altered my course to dip?
Then,
Into Murky Lake Michigan.
Who orchestrated my first baptism?
There.
Then commanded a second.
Truth to tell ,really, no kidding.
I pray, now.
"Will anyone ever go fishing there again."

Truth, Father!
Yes, Truth to tell!
Looking...

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The season approaches,
Speeding toward us on arctic zephyrs,
but the coldness is more than air
it seeps under the skin
where loneliness begins.

Is there any other day
where solitude's talons rake,
mutilating peace of mind,
quite so much as Christmastide.

Every commercial, acid sweet,
pouring depression over wounded souls,
digs it way to the...

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Sickness strikes
Leaving me to drown
In this saline waterfall deluge.
Worry gorges
On this mother's soul
Feeding upon helplessness;
Morphing into it's own disease
Until the acrid taste of fear
Accompanies thoughts of you.

Innocence and Ignorance
Are your comfort and strength
As you continue on dervish -style,
Unafraid of anything but the
Monster that consumes me,
Leaving...

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(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948)


I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive.
Nice young man. That's him on our TV.

That's not cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's King Charles.
Now watch it all on this TV. It's a TV, Olive, a...

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By Lora Colon and Brian Johnston

Original Poem: Lord, How Hard Could It Be? by Lora Colon of PoemHunter.com

Lord, if you're the Essence of Love, 
Why do you find such difficulty
In answering my simple prayer
To send a love with whom to share
Each new day of life...

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Rain taps at the window,
 a song of secretive inuendo
lost in the rolling rumble 
  of  distant thunder’s grumble
 a drummer’s play of pattered rhythms 
  streaming light flashes and holy chrism.
Tip toeing down the siding
   hard but on the...

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One
Bread 
Was scattered 
Deep in the hilltops 
And came in your hands as one soul 
So the church is gathered from each corner of the Earth 
From broken sticks and uplifted stones, reborn by the water and flames of serene white 
To become the one...

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Came back for no good reason, other than making a splash
            Recoiling in horror, when my demons emit a flash 
        Anointed by unholy chrism, absolves me...

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Confirmation is a Sacrament through which we receive the Holy Spirit to make us strong and perfect for Christians and soldiers of Jesus Christ

The bishop is the ordinary minister of Confirmation

The bishop extends his hands over those who are to be confirmed, prays that they...

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This poem is dedicated to Cassidy Megan, the founder of Purple Day.

Canadianie, take my lavender ribbon:
I will stretch it to you, my dear, from Russian coasts.
My "Hallelujah!" will at once be free-born
As soon as you reply those loud and distant calls.

I write about the Western...

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heavenly goodness,
I come to you like a fanatical believer,
thirsty for confession in prayer,
I come to touch you with God”s words;
- my heart burns like an unquenchable fire,
light from light, feel the trembling of the burning fire,
- from shore to shore I will be your horizont
wearing...

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