Best Liturgical Poems
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Chief elder – most wise upon the Salisbury Plain
an old man . . . loved deeply
revered father of the land
wakes before the sunrise
speaks with a clear wind voice
it is time . . . retniw ecitslos
The twelve bow . . . form together
three to a side
lift Otsego – clear water running
high in the air
in liturgical movements
move across the dark plain
whitlow grass . . . juniper shrubs . . . wild thyme . . .
sweeten the air
moss laden stones
soft upon leather-bound feet
Within the wind
haunting cries of the stone curlew
crested newts scramble for cover
the great bustard cuts the air with powerful wing beats
Ancient burial mounds appear
a sacred circle of life emergences
the procession stops . . . lowers
Egnehenots steps down, blesses the twelve
enters the holy inner circle alone
Laying his head against the mighty sarsens
begins to chant . . .
father of the blue stones
creator of the big sky light
upon these rocks I cling for your life
from sky, to earth let your love flow
On this holy day
your strength is once again revealed
wind and rain obey your commands
days, nights, seasons march to your song
how great and mighty is your power
Hear our cries upon the wind
absorb our tears upon the earth
our breath upon your mighty rocks
be now amongst your people
send forth the sun and rain
let the earth bring forth its riches
so that we may dance in your radiance
The sun breaks the horizon
Sending out shafts of lights
streaking across the sky
clouds turning purple then into shades of reds, oranges
a single ray of light strikes forth
straight as an arrow
illuminating the altar stone
connecting slaughter stone
and finally . . . the heel stone
Where
Where, an old man clings
A loud cheer explodes from the village
Food and wind flow – a celebration
A new year begins -
Rain clouds appear in the west
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Love Generously
David Meade
12/8/2015
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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Each Catholic Church may be unique
But you will find familiar elements in any Catholic church
That you also find in our own parish home.
Baptismal font—a pool or large bowl of water usually stands
Near the doors of the church and reminds us
That baptism is our “door”
To the Catholic faith.
Nave—the large open room usually filed with pews or seats is
The main assembly area.
Sanctuary—the part of the church reserved for liturgical
Action that contains an altar where the priest celebrates the sacrifice of
The Mass
A chair for the priest
The lectern for reading Scripture
Tabernacle—usually located in a place of honor in the
Sanctuary, this receptacle holds consecrated hosts. A candle nearby
Signifies when it is full
In our Parish Church of St. Andrew
It was built after Vatican II
The option to put the tabernacle
In the chapel was done since the main church is ‘multi-purpose.’
Crucifix—a prominent cross with an image of Father Christ crucified
is usually located near the altar. Here in St. Andrew we don’t have this
Though we have the processional cross.
Statues—Statues and other forms of art of Father Christ Jesus, Mother Mary, or the Saints remind us of those who inspire us by their holy lives
Here in St. Andrew we have the movable statues located at the vestibule of
the Church and in the chapel that are placed in the altar on feasts
Solemnities
The Church is one, holy, Catholic and apostolic
Find these words from the Creed, Professed at Sunday mass
4 marks indicate the essential features of the Church
Each mark viewed as a reality and a challenge
Church is one
Bond of love between Eternal Father and Eternal Son
Unites as one people of Eternal God
Church profess one Lord, one faith and one Baptism forms one body, the Church
Church is holy
In the Holy Trinity is the source of her holiness
It is holy from her founder, her saints and means of salvation
The Sacraments, 10 Commandments, charity and prayer presented as holiness of the Church
Church is Catholic
Catholic means universal
Have their own ecclesiastical disciplines, liturgical rites, theological and spiritual heritages
Dialogue is a form of evangelization
Church is Apostolic
Built upon the foundation of Apostles
The college is understood as the principle of their collegiality
Holy Spirit ensures she will not err in faith and morals
“Easter is the holiest of the liturgical celebrations;
It is a time of farewells and renewal “ ~the poet
The body and blood of Christ is given up for you and me
He was crucified on a cross to set us free
Condemnation and sins washed away
By the faith we share in him each day
As mortals we try not to falter
Confessing our iniquities at the altar
Easter reminds us of our special grace
The Lord our savior took our place
Our souls washed clean of the impurities of Earthly life,
Heavenly glory, will be ours with rife.
it's brilliant
i'm writing this in the living room
and i can use the car key
to unlock the car from 'ere
i tried in the kitchen
i tried it on the stairs
i can hear it unlock as it beeps
and when it happens
i can hear liturgical chorals
native drumming
a giant plume
of emotional perception
i tried it in the upstairs wardrobe
i heard the car faintly unlock
my wife came home and found me crouched in there
there's been no fourth base since
Liturgical dance
speaks sacred ecological stories
through movement,
rhythm,
patterns of dipolar co-relationship.
"Aim high!"
carries multicultural WinWin yang postures
while
"You can't hide"
carries polycultural yin-flow
co-arising dipolar
WinWin bilaterality,
within double-binding
co-relationship,
non-violent communications,
co-defining ecopolitical co-operativity.
I've heard it said that if all the people
who ever lived and died, were buried together,
it would fill the size of Spain.
No gazpacho, no El Greco
No Flamenco and no Bolero
Just row upon row, with nowhere to go
on a Saturday night
Dead all over, nothing to do
Of course Guernica might fit in
as would certainly, the Inquisition
overseen by some church patrician
staking out his historical place
in God's eyes, of liturgical grace
But who would be then accepting
a place of Conquistadors amors
if all the American continents
couldn't be relied on to be invaded?
There's still the rest of Europe.
But stones and dates of birth and death
as far to horizon as can be seen
would be enough to put anybody off
Pablo Casals and his pals would
flee for less shaded climes
and maybe start again, in Portuguese
Pamplona's bulls unknown to run
would only be cast in marbled stone
above the heads of political deads,
world-famous and anonymous unknowns
So perhaps it's best to strew the gone
over on and around the world beyond
continental lands to north and south
to spread the wealth by word and mouth
We all in time will, without exception
join the breathless dance of sleep
Leave the Iberian Peninsula to
Basques, the Castilians and Catalans
The lifeless can lie in hinterlands
peering up from past the Pyrenees
© Goode Guy 2013-07-27
In the pew in front of me, two gray heads,
backs bent forward. The woman straightens her jacket
over the bulge between shoulder blades, a ruby
rosary resting on the seat beside her. At the Peace,
they kiss like lovers they once were, but gingerly now,
practiced at it. Directly behind me someone sings
with a loud, shrill soprano. Challenging the choir, she
knows all the words, her confidence unshakable.
I wonder did I escape observation, discretely
placing my fingers in my ears.
At the back of the church, a baby gurgles,
then escalates into a wail. The priest leaves
the Holy Grail to quiet a loudspeaker gone viral.
The baby's allowed. I'm envious of a sheer
black dress a young woman wears as if
she had been born in it. There's no
Confession today. I need one. I'm in lust
over two tall dark-haired guys visiting from
a nearby high school, their tour bus
parked prominently in our lot.
Our pastor (not an Indian priest, a priest
from India, says he) shares his homily,
some syllables washed out, his accent strained
through a colander. He's Billy Graham
in liturgical dress, so passionate his preach
that despite the needy baby, the evidence
of tenuous youth, the young studs
just out of reach, he makes me believe
when my time shall come, I'll go
Home With The One I Came In With.
As many Catholics make a trip to church
on this particular day which marks the beginning –
Lent, in its threshold of another liturgical event,
they wear that smudge on their foreheads.
This calls everyone to a conversion journey
it means turning to all who suffer in their lives;
fasting and praying and giving alms to the poor,
form the essence of what Lent really means.
A particular discipline especially in prayer
provides a continuum in God’s focusing;
it’s something that shapes us from within
a constant encounter with His divine presence.
Sackcloth and ashes are signs of repentance,
like those incidents with some prophets
such as Isaiah , Daniel , Joel , Jonah , or Judith
in their quest for a life worthy of God’s grace.
It’s a season of renewal as baptized Christians,
a reminder of our nature as mortal ones,
our identity that embraces to come to a fuller life
in the life of Christ who gifts us his love.
Described as a community of sinners,
with its strong need of repentance and understanding,
this event of Ash Wednesday that leads us to pray –
in our journey of conversion and transfiguration;
brings us to new life and closeness to Easter celebration.
I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
Marx and Spencer
Were I to tell you what I think of Spencer
(the middle-manager, without the “man”,
and vilest cockroach since the world began),
my poem would incense the meekest censor.
But when our hands in insurrection join,
we arm ourselves to take back what is ours,
red banners streaming from the highest towers,
my first clip’s going straight in Spencer’s groin.
Don’t tell me that we’re going to do it clean,
that revolution’s flawed unless it’s surgical.
Old Shakespeare knew (and why not get liturgical?)
let slip the dogs, you get mujahideen.
Drag Spencer out and bludgeon him to death.
Revenge, and not reform? I’ve seen Macbeth.
The following is my poetic/liturgical translation of the Heart Sutra:
The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara,
Whilst in profound Prajna Paramita
Saw illume the void of the five skandhas
And prevailed over all pain and peril.
Sariputta, image and void differ not,
Image is void and void is image,
So too sense and thought,
Conduct and consciousness.
Sariputta, the manifold dharmas
Are void and neither arise nor cease,
Are neither defiled nor pure and neither
Swell nor dwindle.
Thus, voidness has no image ; no sense,
Thought, conduct and consciousness.
Without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind ;
Without sight and sound, or scent, taste,
Feelings of touch, and dharma.
With no realm of vision or realm of awareness,
Neither dullness nor the end of dullness,
Neither decline and demise
Nor the end of decline and demise.
Devoid of pain, its causes, and need to cease it,
Without wisdom or gain
And with nothing to attain.
Bodhisattvas with Prajna Paramita
Have easeful hearts free from fear.
Forfeiting minds of mirage like dreams,
They achieve ultimate Nibbana.
The Buddhas that were, are now, and yet to come
Shall all through Prajna Paramita achieve
Anuttara- samyak- sambodhi.
Hence, know that Prajna Paramita
Is the greatly divine mantra,
The most luminous mantra,
The unsurpassed mantra,
And the peerless mantra.
Able to banish all misery;
Forever true and never false!
Thus, proclaim the Prajna Paramita Mantra,
And chant it so:
Jie dì jie dì
bo luó jie dì
bo luó seng jie dì
pú tí sà pó he
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While the church of today continues to wrestle with prominent issues,
like those of leadership, moral credibility, or fidelity of her members;
society remains critical to address certain weakpoints already at hand,
those seeming endless lawsuits against the clergy and religious members.
Moments in time unfold the wreckage of moral credibility, trust, and confidence;
it’s like a downfall of the human castle formed with the sanctity of wisdom –
continuity in liturgical sacraments, prayer, and reliance on biblical life;
with faith that God is involved in many events both ecclesial and personal.
It’s on a soaring journey where the Jewish concept of bitachon is needed,
to move on amid the struggles and other evolving deal of human problems;
so inextricable that make one stronger to cope with what life really means,
in this generation where a culture of arguments abounds in moral situations.
It’s sad to think of what’s going on; it’s painful to experience those afflictions,
the church grieves and suffers with all her leaders’ and members’ transgressions;
with the abuse of power, freedom, and prestige of being one of Christ’ ministers,
heaven weeps as evil triumphs to lead those priests into the world of failures.
The turbulent waves of scandals that have wounded the sacred priestly life,
people’s trust and faithfulness to the sacraments of life – a great turmoil!
the whole Catholicism has been shaken and struggled to redeeem her reputation;
her running sore of afflictions – so widespread that only time can heal the wounds.
With the words of Jesus at his farewell discourse in Johannine literature,
“I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you.” It’s reassuring so far;
the Spirit of truth is Christ himself who’ll walk with his own people of all races,
his covenant with them, promise to his disciples, and assurance to all who believe in him.
The church echoes hope and perseverance in the throes of sufferings and tribulations,
She calls everyone to look for the true light – Christ, in hiddenness and humility;
His epiphany in a continuing journey of faith, in the gospel cries, in various events,
Christ shines in one’s heart, along with the Father and the Holy Spirit – the Paraclete.
First and last, Mom's parasite,
resonantly peaceful tumor
with built in obsolescence.
Then, a moment between exodus
from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
democratic trees for GoodLife
and not autocratic EvilDeath.
Then time to exhale again
one last self-regulating
timeless
fertile eternity,
regenerous nativity.
In between, economically driven politicians
hoping to improve our cooperative tribal improvisations
on Gaia's liturgical soul-dance theme
With occasional speaking parts
after learning deep-listening wholes
on EarthTribe's polycultural
life and death
light and dark
revolving stage
Reproducing embryonic ego-tumors
with built-in obsolescent peace;
a moment between dancing exodus
and cooperatively sung regenesis.