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We use a rosary to pray Chaplet of Divine Mercy
For those who don’t know or love God
To convert sinners, pray for them
None of us deserves God’s forgiveness
However
Whenever we pray for His forgiveness, He does
He loves us so much
Many people in our world who are sad
They think God will not forgive their sins
They think He’s mean
St. Faustina was born a special child
She felt she has chosen to transmit the message of God’s mercy
You can always see Him in the Tabernacle
He is always there…
We can offer our difficulties to God in reparation of sinners
Those people who don’t love Him
He appeared to St. Faustina’s cell
Ordered her to paint an image she see
And put below it “Jesus, I trust in You”
Jesus desired for the image to be honored around the world
Message of Divine Mercy is Jesus Christ
Loves all of us
This love was shown when God the Father sent His son to die in the cross for our sins
God the Father is always ready to forgive us when we ask
That’s why we should always confess to the same priest
Because he knows us and give us advice
God is offended when someone doesn’t love Him
That person’s suffer because they don’t love Him
J.
Form:
Coming from Texas, I knew he’d be loud
And soon I discovered that two is a crowd
Is that the privy? he asked of my house
When he saw my dog he said you’ve got a mouse!
We heard on the news that a bush kangaroo
It might have been two, had escaped from the zoo
He said that in Texas there’s no cangerroose
Don't know what they are but they wouldn't get loose
He bragged that in Texas the average rat
Is three times the size of what we call a cat
He spotted some sheep and a grin touched his lips
Why have you got a field full of Q-tips
And then as we stood there a crow passed us by
The Texan said hey bud, should I swat that fly
He whipped up my carpet and then told me that
He’s going to splat it with this little mat
My pet snake I showed him, I thought he might squirm
He said back in Texas, we call that a worm
He stared at my garage and called it a hive
I was still miffed when we went for a drive
We drove by some cows that were stocky and fat
But Tex said his pigs are far bigger than that
Well, I bit my tongue as I drove, heading south
The only thing big around here was his mouth
Those two missing Roos hopped right into the road
The Texan appeared to think I should have slowed
I sped up and ran them both down with my truck
He cried stone the crows, are you nuts, what the f*ck
He shouted pull over, you must call the coppers
I said that I would for a dog or a cat
But not for a couple of bloody grasshoppers!
He never said much after that
Every good gift comes from the Father of lights
Brought down to us by the Angels so bright
He’s sharing them out with the people He loves
Creating good gifts in the heavens above
All wrapped up in a box full of light
With a pink or blue ribbon for His delight
A teacher, a dancer, a saint or a sinner
A lover, a fighter, a singer, a winner
The only thing is that you need a key
To unlock those talents to set them free
The key is love to your heavenly gifts
So open your heart to let them mix
God wants the best for you and me
And He takes the time so carefully
He already knows the desire of your heart
And He Has a gift he wants to impart
All wrapped up in a box full of light
With a pink or blue ribbon for His delight
A teacher, a dancer, a saint or a sinner
A lover, a fighter, a singer, a winner
We’re all here together for one special thing
That’s to bring God glory in everything
There’s no hiding place from the Father of lights
So take a look around at His wonderful sights
All wrapped up in a box full of light
With a pink or blue ribbon for His delight
A teacher, a dancer, a saint or a sinner
A lover, a fighter, a singer, a winner
© Copyright K.C.Leake
7th August 2015
All Rights Reserved
For me the world becomes a playground,
the gray concrete becomes the forgiving mulch
beneath the swing set. The clouds start to move slower
and they all start to look more like dinosaurs or cowboys
when I watch them saunter across the sky.
The birds start experimenting with different genres.
Have you ever heard birds sing pop-punk music?
I think you’d really be surprised at their range,
I don’t know why they stick to classical and the blues so often.
The swans at the lake near my house stop fighting
half so often which is an amazing feat because swans
are the strongest willed creatures that I’ve ever met.
No love in the world, not even your enigmatic smile,
is strong enough to keep them from fighting completely.
Anyway, I’ve noticed all the doors I open do so eagerly,
and without complaint, no more whining or creaking.
Now that I’m really thinking about it I can’t
remember the last time I stubbed my toe or if I did
I can’t remember the pain. Splinters are a thing of the past,
my allergies haven’t come around anytime recently either.
But the thing that really stands out to me when I fall
in love is that I start seeing your face everywhere:
you’re in the window of every coffeeshop downtown,
you’re every person I stand next to on the train who smiles
sympathetically when I lose my balance as the train
leaves Boulevard station, you’re the murmuration
of starlings that weave and carve their way through pink
and orange sunsets above a silhouetted city.
I’m not sure if that answers your question but it’s the closest
I can come to answering it without getting sentimental.
If biscuit dipped in curry’s what he likes,
What use needless flurry on what he likes?
O be not so narrow-minded a man,
At least east-west marry in what he likes.
Let them say, ne’er the twain shall meet,
If they do, why worry in what he likes.
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Ghazal (tongue-in-cheek) |01.11.2024|humour, east-west
Poet’s note: Dipping a biscuit in tea seems widely accepted a practice. In west a scientific study (yes, scientific) has been done on how long a biscuit should ideally be dipped in tea. Around four seconds, it says. A little less and the biscuit is not optimally soft. A little more, and it would be too soggy, and a portion might even fall in tea. But here is this guy who dips his biscuit in daal (Indian curry)! This short Ghazal of three couplets has its own take on it.
Poet’s note: based on a Gujarati Muktak by Naaz Mangroli as under:
Daal nee saathe ae biscuit khaye chhe,
Aemaan taaraa baapnu shun jaaye chhe?
Sankuchit drishhtinu taaree shun karu?
Poorva-pashchim aektaa to thaaye chhe!
I have one goal, that is to become whole
Not to be faultless, but a gracious soul
To not become angry, but understand
When folk do the things I find underhand.
Anger does nothing but drive one insane
Those causing it, to them it's just a game
Must learn to let those hurtful words depart
Not to let them sting alike a thrown dart.
With only goodwill and fine deeds to do
A smile to greet all those that I meet too
My heart would then increase millionfold
It would seem my life was made of pure gold.
I must remember to pray day and night
That I can become a beacon of Light
Listening to what the Lord has to say
On how to shine bright, in a godly way.
Hoping it won’t be long for me to reach
The goal I desire, that will gift me peace.
I wish to be remembered, when I’m gone
For a lifetime well lived, by everyone.
When I started guarding Najin and Fatu I was twenty-two years young.
I am now sixty-two, and I am worried about my reflexes.
Poachers have never stopped coming.
They are the only predators of the white rhino.
How much longer can they live? My partner Abdul asks me.
Some white rhinos live to be fifty years old, I tell him.
Will you still be guarding them when you are seventy-two?
I do not see why not, I reply. If I have my health.
He is a young buck, and I can see this reply amuses him.
We have had no troubles yet. This is only his second day.
When he has been standing all day in the grassland for forty years
Maybe he will be a little less eager to see a poacher.
Right now, he is waiting, and hoping.
Najin and I meet eyes.
Najin smiles.
Knowing what I am thinking.
Clouds on ivory flotilla waver,
sailing on serene air in cobalt sky,
turned to a fleet of lethal haze of scare,
our lives changed as shadows of danger pry.
Out of intimate web almost extinct,
desolate mind is pained in times of strain.
Hope lingers, spurred by survival instinct,
cracks in closeness widen, won’t close again.
Splendor of sunburst sky I long to see,
when black clouds of threat would drift away far,
rays of hope through dismal milieu reach me.
It’s time to revere the ravaged nature.
For the things from our children we borrow,
let us gift them a better tomorrow.
September 25, 2020
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Our lives are consumed
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They simply try to survive
While the rest of us carelessly
Go on with our lives
No opportunities to acquire
The means to sustain
Plus devaluation of the dollar
Leave them hungry and lame
They face the future like the past
Proud and undaunted
Their only dream left
Is to feel needed and wanted
October 16 2016
Why do you tease me that way? Put gold in my path when you know it won't stay. Make me think of hope, when I just don't feel that way. You tempt me in ways no other does. You seduce my feelings and make them feel warm, only to cause an emotional storm. I'm tired of you hailing on my parade causing disruptions in my plans, that you have already made. How dare you not tell me what my fate is to be. How dare you let me suffer, why do you enjoy watching as I cry on my knees?
Does it bring you peace knowing I am always in fear, always sad with anger always near. Do you cry when I cry or when I am in pain? Can you feel any of that? I feel like I am going insane. I don't want to throw a pebble into a pond where the ripples are never-ending. I want to let go and let you help heal my heart, my life needs mending.