Best St Paul Poems
One does not earn
sainthood. Often
the most unlikely
of men considered --
as with St. Paul, an
early persecutor,
murderer of Christians
on the road to Damascus
struck blind --
when it
is time, God's time,
He chooses~ smacks
oblivious soul upside
the head...his first conscious reaction
is that of awesome dread~ startling revelation
one really not having liberty to debate
nor decline
Like water into wine
as hands-on
carpenter, son transformed
to Blessed Soul Cleansing
Sacrificial Son Divine.
I’ve hurt some people in my life
That didn’t deserve the pain
I often didn’t truly realize
The suffering they’d obtain
I’ve done some things that I regret
Sins that were terrible to name
But I know that God gives grace
In spite of all that seems insane
I’ve admitted that I don’t know how
To mend the fences I’ve beaten down
Or how to carve out of the past
A friend who doesn’t still frown
It wasn’t that I was such a bad person
I gave all I had to my beloved one
But I just didn’t think about affecting others
With sins that would weigh a ton
It wasn’t that I ever intended to hurt another
I honestly didn’t want to do any harm
But I was selfish and only thought of my own
For some people that seemed to charm
I made a lot of mistakes in my lifetime
And I regret the worst ones I’ve known
They don’t let me forget my past some days
But always remind me that I’ve grown
Today I reach out for the grace of God
With assurance that He forgives it all
From the worst sins to times I contend
He reminds me that I’m a little like St. Paul
School is a place to learn and play
Make friends, have fun and memories to stay
With lessons of life which will never be effaced
Shaping character of students for the world to face
My school St. Paul is the best of all
An model of virtues standing high and tall
It stands for values, though strict I know
But school is the place to learn them so!
Hardworking teachers are the pillars of a school
And I am lucky to have them too
We are made Physically and Mentally tough
We know Helping others is never Enough
I am proud to be a Paulian and will be
My school my pride, I am grateful to thee.
There once was a Leo from St. Paul.
Who attended a masquerade ball.
My friend thought he would risk it
and came dressed as a biscuit.
An Aries Lab chomped him up in the hall!
Was unsuccessful attaching the Zodiac sign.
Ark of the Covenant contained three items
According to St. Paul
Word of God, manna, & the Rod of Aaron that re-sprouted.
The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”
The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family
Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism
Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit
Those who die for faith
All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize
With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven
Written 09172012
Faith is an entirely free gift that Eternal God makes to man
We can lose this priceless gift
As St. Paul indicated to St. Timothy
Wage the good warfare
Holding faith and a good conscience
By rejecting conscience certain persons have made shipwreck of their faith
To live
Grow
And persevere in the faith until the end
We must nourish it with the word of Eternal God
We must beg the Lord to increase our faith
It must be
Working through charity
Abounding in hope
Rooted in the faith of the Church
1252015
The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.
The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until the day is done.
Saint James Park invites the dawn
as sunbeams nudge the regal lawn.
Grass blades spread their arms and yawn:
"Good Morning, Summer day!"
Big Ben chimes a fond embrace
whilst daybreak warms his noble face.
Tower Bridge can sense sweet grace -
Summer’s song is on Her way.
Chiffchaffs adorn the royal parks
as children’s voices trill like larks.
Blooming dogwoods deftly bark
in praise of Summer’s song.
Purple lilacs perfume the breeze.
Lombard's merchants aim to please.
Harrods unfurls green canopies
to shade the heated throng.
Piccadilly Circus burns so bright.
Vibrant neons illume the night.
A merry moon beams with delight -
enthralled by Summer’s spell.
Bells of St. Paul sing me goodbye,
as o'er the River Thames I fly.
My heart begins to sigh, as I
bid my London Summer - farewell.
Inspired by:
Summer Enchantment Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Karen Neary
The Senators felt it was time to leave DC.
They sought a new home in another part of the country.
No team had ever had such bad luck as this.
Their fans did not consider last-place finishes bliss.
These boys decided to move to St. Paul and Minneapolis.
Minnesota welcomed them as the “Twins” was their new name.
Fine young talent made the team play a better game.
Quality baseball was for what the franchise did strive.
An American League pennant was achieved in 1965.
Winning games is what they continue to do today.
The Minnesota Twins baseball team is here to stay.
According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
Allegorical
Moral and
Anagogical senses
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
Events
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
1232015
A jailer has never two similar days
never knowing what will be next
I should know for that's what I do
way back in the days of no text
There were these two prisoners
two Christians Paul and Silas by name
I was on night shift there one night
looking after them but never the same
Out of the blue they started to sing
there's a green hill real far away
without a city wall the Lord crucified
that message was for me that day
Then the jail doors broke open
I thought they had fled away
as an earthquake hit the place
but that one Paul cried we stay
Fear gripped my heart I need God
salvation came deep inside did not fail
my lights came on shining bright
believing on Jesus right out of jail
So another day at the jail
but what an amazing day
my whole family came to Christ
with God's promise came to stay
(A poem of the prison experience of St Paul & St. Silas, in Acts chapter 16.)
Deborah: the name I’ve grown into.
I am also called seeker, dreamer, believer, ever hopeful;
For I am all these things.
Helen and John, grandparents extraordinaire,
Their imprint strong upon me as though they truly were my parents.
Deborah: lover of words, of ideals, of the beautiful and the profound.
Truth, honor and integrity - these are my touchstones.
Cowardice, dishonor and mendacity - these are my fears.
Someday you may see standing in the bow of a boat,
Facing Kalvoy, Norway, island of my ancestors.
Someday you may see me walking a beach in Greece,
Barefoot, bare face turned up to the sky, daring the sun.
Someday you may see me striding the moors,
Unpretentiously holding a walking stick and wearing English wool.
Deborah: resident of St. Paul, Minnesota,
Land of 10,000 lakes, northern lights, frozen winters, hot summer nights.
Radke: the name I chose.
St. Paul urges us to practice the most basic
And powerful Christian teachings
To treat each person as part of the Body of Father Christ
St. Paul had been in jailed more than once
No wonder he urged others to be “mindful of prisoners”
As if they themselves were one of them
There are many good people in prison
Who have hurt others by their poor choices
Hard headed decisions
It is easy to judge them as “worthless” or “rotten”
But we do not know what their early lives lacked in comparison to ours
What happened in their mind
And heart to lead them astray
This perspective does not condone crimes
Deny the need for justice
However
No matter what wrongdoing someone did
Each continues to be a human being Filled with the same divine presence that inhabits us
Prisoners deserve to be treated with the basic respect
We desire for ourselves
St. Paul words echo this Gospel teaching
Saul or St. Paul went to the Witch of Endor
To get her to conjure up Samuel from the dead.
There once was a Pole from St. Paul,
Who thought she had heard it all,
Until she read Pettit
She just didn't get it
He writes with such wit and such gall.
[Inspired by Robert Pettit's 'Polish' limerick]