Rising, with the mist
Sunrise, how I’ve missed
Brilliant light, so alive
Morning song will survive
Birds fly across the skies
Muffled, breathless sighs
Reasons for warmth of dawn
Erasing shadows from the lawn
Oh, laughing sun, rising bright
Rescuing hearts from the night
It’s Sunday morning, this day
Will surely offer a chance to pray
For the joy, peace and love
That comes to us from God above
Always faithful, like the sun
Showing us that we’ve just begun
To see the wonders of our life
And feel the love healing strife
We’re surely given each new day
To lift our hands, praise and say
God is blessing our souls with grace
No matter how powerful the dark we face
Always, morning comes to reveal
God’s new hope our hearts can’t conceal
He is the Master who created all
Thanks to His gift, His gentle call
We know, this Sunday, as we pray
We’re full of thanks every Lord’s Day!
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This place functions on it own
The people outside
Looks at it with different eyes
Logic happens to them
Philosophy also happens
This place is boxed up with a certain thinking
The world is not correct on how things appear before this place
History has eyes so bright for you to see
Time has evolved for so long that centuries and circles are filled with painted writings
History knows the deepness of a river and how dark ships navigated through the souls of men
History knows the beginning and the end of all the papers bound into one
This place is happily divided
And you can hear different voices
Echoing confusion into the rooms of men
There's a constant panic of a certain tradition here
And many versions are born
This place is careful about the handwriting of love
And it's timidly written on the four corners of the wall.
With fustigation to amelioration
We are led by The Law to The Gospel
And in turn The Gospel demands we keep The Law
No epistle of straw, there’s room in the hostel
(Because God’s style to the world is hostile)
We are led by the Spirit
To learn to endear it
Endear what? Is a sinful recitation
Learning to serve others in convocation
(God calls us and overhauls us
Whether one by one and together)
How do we inherit eternal life?
By loving our neighbor as serving kin
Who is our neighbor?
The one without (as in not having and not within)
The fustigation of Jesus Christ
Begs our amelioration of a fustigated life
And if a cruciform life is led
There must be blood, sweat and tears shed in stead
(Or instead of the evil in tow as is led here below)
Life is hard, there’s no doubt about it
Jesus’ words touted and shouted from the Cross
But serendipitously (and graciously)
When we lose, we don’t count it as loss
Are you willing to look like a hypocrite to the world without?
Are you willing to look at the hypocrite within?
(As He lived and then hung betwixt two of us)
Jesus took on this struggle without committing a sin
746.
Adoration to Mary:
Mother of the Church
We adore you, our Heavenly Mother
We adore you next to our Heavenly Father
Oh Mother of the Church – Mother of Christianity
You are our Holy Mother, oh Mama Mary
Holy Mary, Mother of the Church
Mother of the temple our souls search
You are holy, you are immaculate
Glory be to you also, the Mother we consecrate.
Amen.
-11/16/2019
(Dumarao)
*Adoration to Mary as Mother of Christianity
The Little Brown Church
By
J.A. Long
I belong to the honest little brown church on Simpson Road
The one that everybody passes like Levites in a hurry
Perhaps looking for something kind of furry critter
Or perhaps for a house sitter at the very last minute
Perhaps even for a Spinet
The little brown church that is located directly across the street
From the popular yellow colored diner
But on the same side of the street which
Usually has more parking spaces than cars
The little church that needs more people
Including students for its quiet Sunday School
The little church that was once larger on
Third Street- you must know the one
Nadine and
Dianne Dougherty's one
hundred and
eighty detained tonguing grey-
hounds were
heard to be denying any
dainty handouts or
unadorned rough hy-
dration treatments from the
eighty or so once weedy
youths who had dared to
face their dread by
grunting their
way clear through in-
dentured servitude to a
naughtier space for
authoring gutsy hind-
sight recollections of
satan's black sun san
francisco church in
all of its
morning glory seedliness.
CHURCH
Church is a bird feeder and the thoughts within are the many seeds
The people are the assorted birds which come for the seeds without
on their way to wherever they are going even though without rowing
stalling only when necessary- that is life regardless of strife
Strife is a bad seed which can be avoided and even healed at the feeder
with thoughts of love and blessing which may entail Spiritual confessing
thru silent prayer but the proverbial bird feeder is also the closet in which
we sincerely pray
One cannot stray without eventually returning even if it’s by going to
an entirely different feeder than before because prayer is always the true
Spiritual core of both Church and Spiritual Life and strife never truly belongs
even if it tries to wear old thongs- Church says come but leave strife behind
Lust lives in the church
Lying and cheating live here
This place is corrupt
My disillusionment with organized religion
came as a result of my realization of its
ambivalent nature.
Church clothes clothe hidden judgement;
secrets ingrained in button downs,
sinners treated like cash cows,
and knees sore from repeated attempts at repentance.
You were not like that.
Though you suffered the stings of persecution's arrows,
your humanity,
the morality you possess from the altered reality we commune in,
was ever more human than the prized proprietors of the pulpit.
Our lives entail getting used to
the ground moving underneath our feet,
for we are immune to inertia, my love.
Hold me once more as you journey onward into fragile memory.
Goodbye Bible Camp Girlfriend, goodbye.
Personal property of Jesus Christ.
If lost, return to the nearest bible believing church.
Growing up with older adults was not always fun,
but I learned many valuable things.
I saw how health was important,
in what they ate and their activities.
The church goers had faith,
faith to get them through the tough times.
Once retired they kept going,
no sitting and watching TV all day.
Sitting was not good for them,
so they died way too early.
Longevity may come from family genes,
but one can always improve their own life.
So here is to Longevity,
may we all live to be one hundred and ten.
Shepherd and Bishop of the Church of Gnosis
Teacher of the tradition of inner knowing
Entered this world through the Kingdom of the Magyars
Passerby bishop in Yaldabaoth’s world of night
Holding his staff to the twinkling eons above
Awakening us to the blazing mind of Jung
Nourishing the eon of gnosis arisen
Anointed in heavenly baths of Christ Jesus
Hoeller died, yet he now lives in unfading light
Our Lady Sophia shed tears this month and night
Enter the Fullness of love and divinity
Lily of the valley, who escaped death’s valley
Look and behold the divine aeons’ faces
Enter the Fullness of the Mother and Father
Rest in the Bridal Chamber of Christ our saviour
(Acrostic poem in honour of Bishop Stephan A. Hoeller, who died on May 3 2026).
419.
Laws of the Church
There are 6 laws of the Church we must carry on
First is to attend Sunday Mass & all holydays of obligation
Second is to fast and abstain
Third is to confess sins that we gain
Fourth is to take Holy Communion on Easter
Fifth is to support the church by funding her
And sixth is to keep our marriage sacred!
-12/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*26th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Forms of worship, undiluted
His creation through.
The praiseful word. The look, that's sent;
Bestilled. Reverent.
Religious; and outside its walls!
This church garden in.
A shrine to the meek, christian God.
Bursts, revived, the sod.
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