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I was listening to some music, by a famous singer, about this story, can any guess the song?
I find it interesting in light of what is happening now in the middle east, that
If people would only learn from history, thus I liked the quote below attributed to Saladin
Victory Is Changing the Hearts of Your Opponents by Gentleness and
Kindness."- Saladin
Croisades – French for Crusades
Although some historians paint Saladin as a kind and compassionate man, he
was afterall a man who attacked and conquered many peoples.
Balian of Ibelin c. 1143 – 1193) was an important Frankish noble in
the crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem in the 12th century.
The Council of Clermont was a mixed synod of ecclesiastics and laymen
of the Catholic Church, which was held from November 18 to
November 28, 1095 at Clermont, France. Pope Urban II's speech on
November 27 was the starting point of the First Crusade.
From then on, he ordered prayers in all the mosques of Syria and Egypt as
the sovereign king and he issued at the Cairo mint gold coins bearing his
official title—al-Malik an-Nasir Yusuf Ayyub, ala ghaya "the King Strong
to Aid, Joseph son of Job; exalted be the standard." The Abbasid caliph
in Baghdad graciously welcomed Saladin's assumption of power and
declared him "Sultan of Egypt and Syria."
The Catholic Church has a Pope because the papacy was instituted by our Lord Father Christ (Jesus)
The Pope is the visible head of the Church and has supreme authority to preserve doctrine
To teach
To sanctify
The Pope protects dogma and keeps us united in faith
If not for the papal unerring
There would be no certainty in matters of faith
We would have no means of knowing what is true and what is not
We could have no finality of doctrine
Each person would be left to believe whatever he or she "felt" was right
As a result
There would be error
Disunity
Rejection of truths
Adoption of errors etc
We wouldn't even have a Bible since there would be no unerring authority to determine the canon of Scripture
We could never be sure that our beliefs corresponded with truth
We could never be sure we were on a true path leading to salvation
Furthermore
Without the Pope
There would be no preserver of doctrine
No center of unity
No supreme authority visible on earth
The Church was literally founded by our Lord on the "rock" of St. Peter
Without this foundation
The entire structure would fall
Poetry Written: 1072023
Time Written: 10:51a.m.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Previous winners were Elie Wiesel,
Mother Teresa, Bob Hope,
Norman Rockwell, Rosa Parks,
Walt Disney and a Pope*…
B.B.King and Yo Yo Ma,
Dylan and Pearl Bailey,
Frank Sinatra, E.B. White,
Tom Hanks and Alvin Ailey…
Meryl Streep and I.M. Pei,
Spielberg and De Niro,
Harper Lee, Casals, Aretha –
Every one a hero.
Shockingly, another name’s
Been added to the list,
With whom most honorees, I think,
Would hate to coexist.
For if you read Rush Limbaugh’s quotes,
So shameful, cruel and mean,
You likely would agree his presence
In that group’s obscene.
It should have come as no surprise
For such a bad decision
Is what’s to be expected from
The master of division.
*Pope John XXIII
An archbishop was seen by me only on TV or at the movies.
Rather an uncouth character played the part of an archbishop
Critical outlook on a respectable title but that is Hollywood for you
Hierarchy would place individuals of this caliber to being pope
Being absent to catholicism, my view is based on an edited version
I hope the proof is near for a weight of pomposity sparks curiosity
Some measured austerity by the lowly masses is an amicable need
Hope that the meek will assure their necessity to maintain focus
Only they can keep the lineage of the church as being their life origin
Popes (archbishops) will stand next to paupers on judgment day -- titleless.
2020 February 05
Archbishop Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
A SPIRITUAL SAINT'S STRENGTH AMIDST STRIFE
Fortitude for half a century, giving God all the glory,
The Foundress of Holy Family lived a humble, godly life,
St. Mariam Thresia - a stigmatic saint's story
Filled with many troubles, temptations and strife,
From Puthenchira, an Indian Syro-Malabar Catholic
Consecrated herself to the Lord at eight or nine years,
Modest and meek, serving the poor and the sick,
She was disciplined, obedient and different from her peers,
With childlike simplicity, charismatic charity and Christian chastity,
Fastidiously following Father Vithayathil's fine footsteps,
The "virgin of pains" was for Family Apostolate, the model entity,
Nursing the sick and dying by visiting them at their doorsteps,
Burning with intense love for God, she was a mystic soul,
"Whose Heart was aglow with fire and whose feet were winged",
Enduring her sufferings for the sake of Christ was her goal,
Her patient, divine spirit was with radiant sweetness tinged,
She had fervent trust in God's immense providence,
Her spiritual ecstasy was hours of prayer and meditation,
The "Apostle of suffering", she strived for her continence,
Wiping the tears of the broken hearted was her consolation,
Her gracious gift of goodness guides us all in giving
Care, concern and compassion to the comfortless at all cost,
Her lasting legacy left behind still leads the living
To show His love, shine His Light and shelter the lost.
Form: Rhyme (abab)
10.23.19
{This poem is about St. Mariam Thresia, who was canonised on 16th October, 2019 by Pope Francis in Rome. She is the Foundress of the Congregation of Holy Family, Puthenchira, Kerala.}
776.
Mag-Simbang Gabi na Tayo
9 na arao bago ang Pasko
Mag-Simbang Gabi na tayo
Habang patungo ng simbahan
Mga Pamaskong pailaw madadaanan
Habang nasa daaan ay mapapakinggan
Nag-aanyayang kampana ng simbahan
At kapag nasa loob na nito
Mga awitin naman ng Pasko
Ito ay tradisyon na kinalakhan ko
Dito sa bansa naming ito
Makikita, mapapakinggan
Oh anong karanasan?
Diwa ng Pasko ay mararamdaman
Kapag Simbang Gabi ay dinaluhan
Mag-Simbang Gabi na tayo
9 na arao bago ang Pasko!...
-12/16/2019
(Dumarao…1st Day of Simbang Gabi…1st time Pope Francis celebrated this)
A wizard, not a wisher can
do magic with his powers,
if all were wizards...
wishes would be non-existent.
And like ordinary, simple people...
I will make my three wishes today,
but they are not for myself at all:
they are for others living far away.
My first wish is this:
I would like to have the unlimited wealth
of Bill Gates or Donald Trump,
not to invest in software technology or
purchase airplanes or skyscrapers,
but to feed the world's hungry...that horrible hunger,
which even Pope Benedict XVI can't wipe out completely
with the thousands of Catholic Missionary Charities.
My second wish is this:
have a gathering of all faiths
once a year in every continent,
and let its people praise God in their own way,
some will disagree with my universal idea so unrealistic;
it would be a spiritual and cultural event
that everyone will remember a lifetime,
so why shouldn't there be a Faith Day,
bringing glory to the Almighty and unifying all races?
Many others will follow me in my quest!
My third wish is this:
to end all wars and unexplainable hatred,
some sacrifice themselves for a cause that's not holy...
inflamed by the deceitful conception of immortality.
Wouldn't it be awesome to travel to other countries that have no boundary?
The stranger would welcome anyone, and the enemy would be a friend.
A dreamer...am I? Yes, all dreams start with a vision, and mine is truly a glorious one!
Happiness will gladden all hearts, and glee will shine on all faces;
harmony will fortify the bonds of friendship, and everyone will love their neighbors...
and hate and unkindness will be eternally buried into the past.
Entered in Amy Green's contest, " If I could have three wishes "
318.
Ikatlong Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Diez y Siete, Dos mil Kinse
Kahit may bagyo, tumuloy sa Leyte
Unang tinungo lungsod ng Tacloban
Muling nilipad skull cap pagbukas ng pintuan
Talagang maulan at mahangin
Subalit milyong tao sumalubong parin
Kanyang idinaos Banal na Misa
Kasama ang mga biktima ni Yolanda
Huling tinungo ang pook ng Palo
Nananghalian sa tuluyan ng Arsobispo
Doon din nakasalo mga nasalanta ng Yolanda
Mas malapitang nakisalamuha sa kanya
Mga pinaslang ni Yolly puntod binasbasan
Iba pang kaawa-awa hinandugan ng tirahan
Suot ang dilaw na kapote
Biniyayaang material at ispiritwal ang Leyte.
-01/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
a riddle in verse
What is the number of years
Israel roamed the wilderness
if we divide it by ten?
What is the number of ears
on a frog duo warbling so loudly
your head is starting to spin?
What is the number of gears
on an average-size semitruck
minus half of a dozen?
What is the number of beers
found in a guzzler’s six pack
if two of them are missin’?
Riddled number whether in Rome or right here
tells us how often we celebrate Leap Year.
The Gregorian calendar makes it quite clear.
Pope Gregory XIII made ten days disappear.
February 10, 2020
Juliet Ligon's contest: What's in a Number?
METAPHYSICAL MOMENTS
Upon my knee I come to thee
with my concern,to you,this plea
Chorus-I heard you speak,and so I wait
until my heart,with you relate
verse-so many times I ask and ask
inadequate to do this task
chorus-I know,I know,I hear your call
yet still hold back,frightened to fall
verse-at last I see and know within
strengthened by you,I can begin
chorus-A simple verse,from you above
to show to others Jesus love
after Robert Herrick TO GOD
Endwell me Lord,each day
be now my tongue,in all I say;
Endwell my all,from deep to deep
from dayspring,'til I sleep
after john keble's famous verse
Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.
Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.
This double quatrain was inspired by
Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'
Make me O Lord your witness each day
teach my tongue, quieten my heart
open mine ears, to all, to me,you say
guide my eyes,when I see in part;
and then help others ,through these lips
to be blessed,toe to fingertip
Quatrain after Edward Taylor the first American poet
Sad is the heart so full of care
Of tomorrow's what will,will be,
Upon his sleeve,all life does wear,
For all to see
Cast down,choking with eyes that blear
No words can comfort or make free,
Thought frozen in yesterday's fear,
That none can see.
After Alexander Pope
Listen to me recite these Metaphysicals on youtube ichthyschiro