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Premium Member Bishop Mariann Budde

Episcopal Bishop Mariann Budde
speaks about what America should be.
She is truly a person of honor and dignity.
Why should she apologize for just asking for mercy?

Premium Member The Life Dream

I dreamt I was in a church,
I was walking up to the candlelit altar.
There were clergy garbed in vestments,
whether they were Catholic or Episcopal,
I don't recall.
A mourning Mass was about to begin.
I approached an open small mahogany coffin,
an infant lost to abortion was lying in it,
instead of the bassinet it deserved to be
born into.

I placed my hand tenderly on the
lacy-robed babe.
Suddenly, the baby stirred and came to life,
gently cooing as many babies do.
The Life Dream,
sweet omnipresent Christ,
our prayers for unborn and born children.
Your infants of the ages,
of the earth's mother's receiving bosoms.
Our sorrows become our joys,
we saved through Your grace-
more of Your precious ones today. ~

Doves Do Things That Seem So Strange

Doves do things surely seeming so strange;
Can hear them cooing at their convenience;
Will see them waddle while seeking food;
When doing this they may be there in pairs.

Have to go to 
compline service at 8 PM EST or slightly after
Is on Facebook at St Matthews Episcopal Church.


Not Feel Well In Holy Hell

My Latest Horn Rhyming Haiku

COVID in Boston
so left and went to Austin
gas much was costing

COVID has been why
emotions at all time high
patience short supply

seems like when they force
All of our work to outsource
did bring on remorse

That was what is had heard in MSNBC

longer we will dwell
in what has been Holy hell
never did feel well

have to let things go
fully release all of them
be ourselves again

From Compline we had by
Kevin last night.

He can forward this to all FaceBook
friends on compline.

(1) St. Matthew's Episcopal Church, Sterling, Virginia | Facebook

On every weekday night at 8 PM EST.

Dust Blown Around In Gust and Thrust

into side  must thrust
wind would come up with a gust
did survive from dust 

we knew they were trans
which had been part of their plans
either Fred's or Fran's

we love our mother
is perfect like no other
even another

fire seemed to spread
trees burned up than were dead
dreamed of when in bed

to God  we will pray
tornado not come our way
away from us stay

Carolina country
with an iron foundry
along the boundary

Need to have a poetry group at 
St. James Episcopal Church.

Virtual Poetry Reading

You need to have virtual poetry reading.
All Saints Episcopal Church, Stonybrook, 
NY has it. I am  on it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iSqSxTCANE


Many Interesting Things

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/8675871768#success

The above website address is for the Episcopal Church 
monthly virtual poetry reading. It is on the 2d Saturday 
of every month beginning at 1100AM. You are welcome 
to participate. Will be glad to see you there. PoetrySoup
needs to have something like that. Daily and Sunday
Episcopal worship services can be reached at following 
Website address:  
https://cathedral.org/worship/

Virtual seems like way to go;
Not only that, I told you so;
Never annoyed,
And enjoyed;
We would see your face glow.

Jim Horn

In My Mind Still Will Remain

In My Mind Still Will Remain

my mind still remain
what we had fought for in vein
died with much disdain

Jim Horn

Are hearing about all of the
monuments being torn down
and names of bases expressing
names of Confederate officers
being changed. Segregation
and integration have always
been key issues in our society.

Poetry Reading at 1100 PM today:

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/8675871768?status=success

At All Souls Episcopal Church 
in Stonybrook, NY.

New Episcopal Female Bishop

New Episcopal Female Bishop

She stood tall while people would applaud;
Her award had been based on love of God,
And Son who from Him one day did shed;
Crucified on cross and to death had bleed.

Prestigious honor upon her was bestowed,
And how great face looked when it glowed;
With effervescent faith she had been bridled;
Her position of Bishop she became entitled.

Jim Horn

Love Each New Vestment

Love Each New Vestment

love each new vestment
And wonder where old ones went
To God they were sent

Jim Horn

Church just received new choir vestments
here at St. James Episcopal in Shallotte,
NC.

Through Fences and Burglar Guards

M-My first church was Methodist
E-Episcopal, by way of African-American experiences,
T-That I may overcome African apartheid, white then black,
H-How far the LORD has brought me, for Jesus' Heart
O-Overflowing with forgiveness, understanding, fearless-favor
D-Day by day, I seek to love Him, not idly but in hour upon hour
I-Interceding for others, saved and unsaved, both other & a brother
S-Selfish as his wife, Sister-in-Love, who stole shamelessly, family dream
T-Today I looked through window bars, at God's green, raining tears

Death of David Jenkins of Saint James Episcopal

For David Jenkins of Saint James Episcopal
Shallotte, NC

There is only this left I can beg or borrow;
Last moment which was so full of sorrow;
God reigns supreme,
And He will redeem;
Did die and never again have a tomorrow.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422

Another Kerr Eruption

Another Kerr Eruption

With intelligence had been an interruption,
And inserted into it was some Kerruption;
We were elated,
And graduated;
While Trump had experienced corruption.

Kerr is a lay Episcopal Person at All Saints
at Stonybrook, NY.

Rise To the Occassion

Rise To the Occassion

We finally found  another Priest;
For him decided to have a feast;
Occasion rose,
We suppose;
Had made sure we added yeast.

Jim Horn

Our new Priest for St. Thomas
Episcopal in Shallotte, NC is 
from Long Island.

Slaves North Shall Head

Was at St. James Episcopal today listening to choir                                      who my wife is a member of. I sit on front row.                                          Keep lamps trimmed and burning is what song was                                    about.

Slaves North Shall Head

Towards North the slaves, they have to head,
Where each of their mouths will finally be fed;
In South starve;
Way North carve;
Hope someone puts them up in barn or shed.

Predicament of slaves seems so similar to 
birth of Jesus.

Jim Horn

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