No star. No light. No candle burns.
The heart, once warm, is cold and still.
To rock, to lifeless stone it turns —
A tomb, shut fast, in night as chill.
And in that tomb, so cold, so bare,
Lies Love made flesh, and crucified.
No breath. No voice. No answer there.
The world stood dark the hour He died.
Then Joseph came, a secret friend,
And begged the Body, cold as clay;
He wrapped his Lord, and knelt to tend
The wounds, in grief and in dismay.
There Christ lay on the stone, alone
His journey through the world was done;
No warmth was left in flesh or bone;
The earth cried out beneath the sun.
No grief had ever pierced so sore,
No heart had ever bowed its head —
The dark that day was dark far more
Than any dark before the dead.
Yet lower still His spirit came,
Down to the deep, where dead men lay,
And broke the bonds of ancient shame
That held our father, bound for aye.
Far in the east, a light was born —
Not warm, not gold, but cold and thin;
No man yet knew, that fearful morn,
If Life could ever wake within.
Christ wept real tears
for us all, for you and me.
We have forgotten
the true meaning of prayer
and the joy that prayer brings.
745.
Adoration to Mary:
Mother of Christ
We adore you, our Heavenly Mother
We adore you next to our Heavenly Father
Oh Mother of Christ – Mother of Christianity
You are our Holy Mother, oh Mama Mary
Holy Mary, Mother of Christ
Mother of the One who sacrificed
You are holy, you are immaculate
Glory be to you also, the Mother we consecrate.
Amen.
-11/15/2019
(Dumarao)
*Adoration to Mary as Mother of Christianity
I'll wait it out. Paranoia go away.
Now where was I?
Ah here we go..
I could kiss the stars as each one gleams.
Catching my attention, whilst way up in the sky.
If I could just reach high enough, I'd wrap my arms around the moon.
I could never repay you for all you've done.
Thankful I can see you in the birds as they fly by.
Notice you in the butterflies, fluttering in circles.
The bees in the garden, while they wear sunflowers for a dress.
Dandelions are meant to be wished on.
As it scatters, seeds find a new place to rest.
The rain from the sky washes me clean, as my own tears become nysnc with the sounds of such water falling.
The wonders of everyday life. I come to realize as I write.
The sign starts a clock, grounded on paper.
Coldness fills the air; nervousness lasts only a little while.
Shoes untied while sitting in traffic, zoning out while I talk to the birds.
Changing seats for a new perspective, feeling the energy shift until I want my seat back.
Weird people, a cold world — acceptance is a long walk.
Residue stains like red wine on white carpet.
Everything happens on time.
Awareness comes through learning curves in turn breaking layers.
Now dry clay is molded with intention.
Feeling my feet on the ground, stepping over cracks in the pavement.
My heart beats to a song unwritten.
Letting my hair down from its updo position.
Ambiguous uncertainty while simply saying words I’ve already written.
Flashbacks of guilt from another’s pain and division.
Faith brings relief, like ice water on a hot day.
A lemonade stand at the corner — only 25 cents, already made.
Labor pain, forming a union.
Pain in the eyes leaves no room for confusion.
A laundry line in the yard.
There’s no place like home.
Mystical creatures
dance in the clouds.
As I look up, they gaze smiling down.
Seeing their scales imprinted in the sand.
Along with squiggles drawn with One's hand.
Footprints all around, leading to the waters edge.
X marks the spot where I came to,
by His footprints in the sand.
Swimming in memories of a once forgotten time.
Atlantis my home, dancing in the sea.
Not needing to make sense to anyone
it's in the birds and bees
The wonders of His creations
as far as the eye can see.
The night comes down like iron,
cold on my shoulders,
pressing its verdict into bone.
I walk through the ruins of myself~
rooms gutted by old hungers,
mirrors cracked from staring too long
at my own small griefs.
Every shadow hisses
its familiar gospel of failure.
I almost believe them.
Then~
a thin gold seam
splits the rubble.
Not loud.
Not triumphant.
Just steady.
Christ steps through the fracture,
dust rising around His feet
like surrendered ghosts.
He does not flinch
at the wreckage.
He touches the broken lintel
as if it were a beloved brow.
My darkness folds inward,
ash collapsing into ash~
and still His light
keeps blooming
in the hollows.
I stand there,
ruined and radiant,
a house on fire
with mercy.
Lord,
help me shed this ego-atrophy.
Like a second skin I'm desperate to peel away.
Undoubtedly knowing this is the final fray.
Don't leave me, I beg you. Lord
Please don't give up on me yet.
I've made repetitive decisions,
stumbling once more in this drug addicted trap.
I see the line you drew in the sand.
While the wall of the world is built sky high.
I'm teetering on the edge.
I pray you don't send me Lord, right over the ledge.
So many unfinished poems, linger behind my lips.
You saved me in my darkest nights, trapped in the abyss.
You found me when I lost myself,
right in the nick of time.
Humbly asking you My Savior
just one more day.
There are so many thoughts within one mind;
some are lost, while others are forgotten.
These thoughts begin bleeding out as I write.
I shed tears while missing the sun, all while gazing at the stars burning bright.
Unlocked cage in addiction, but my flesh isn't accepting the loss of the fight.
Take me back to ground zero, beginning with the circle of life.
I reminisce about the garden where my heart still resides.
Replaying every song forever in my mind.
Wishing for God's well of living water, to quench my thirsty soul.
As reconstruction continues, the conversation persists.
Vivid memories dating back to when I was a kid.
Water flows downstream, the river running as much as I am.
Sent a key and a mirror, illuminating what my eyes cannot hide.
He died
so that I could win
His blood
shedded for my sins
victory in Christ
was gifted to me
Jesus's death
afforded me life eternally
I have victory over death
from the resurrection of Christ
my sins now forgiven
as I traverse this Christian life
victory in Christ
was gifted to me
Jesus's death
afforded me life eternally
I now walk in freedom
no longer shackled, no longer bound
I now walk in God's grace
upon sacred and fertile ground
those filthy rags of death
have been removed and replaced
righteous raiment i now wear
saturated with God's saving grace
victory in Christ
was gifted to me
Jesus's death
afforded me life eternally
His precious blood flowed
to wash away my sins
His resurrection over death
assured me the win
victory in Christ
was gifted to me
Jesus's death
afforded me life eternally
victory in Christ
over every aspect of my living
victory in Christ
eternity to me was given
The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
633.
Meditation on the 3rd Joyful Mystery:
The Birth of Jesus Christ
In the days of Herod, Jesus Christ was born
(In a manger forlorn)
Since there was no descent lodge available
(Our Lord was born in a stable)
This is the 3rd Joyful Mystery – The Birth of Jesus Christ
That solemn night, angels invited shepherds to come to the newborn baby
(Who will shepherd humanity)
And a bright star guided three wise men to the infant
(Kingly gifts unto Him they would grant)
The fruit of this mystery – Love of the Poor
Oh God who had made flesh the Word divine
(Our Savior oh so fine)
The God who became man, the man who became God
(Who shall rule all the nations with the iron rod)
As “The Birth of Jesus Christ” had shown “Love of the Poor”
Lord God, like in “The Birth of Jesus Christ”, we want to love the poor
(This is a way unto Thee for sure)
Like Jesus – the King who had lived in poverty
(But rules mankind for eternity)
Praise God! We realized “Love of the Poor” through the 3rd Joyful Mystery.
-04/03/2019
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
The phrase that paves the way for any possibility
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” Phillippians 4:13
Personal property of Jesus Christ.
If lost, return to the nearest bible believing church.
I laid waste to sin;
for wretched soul, conquered nil.
Cursed to live in death,
where joy nor grief, had their fill;
yet through Jesus, I am free!
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