Short Liturgy Poems

The Liturgy of the Hours 
Draws mainly from the Biblical book of Psalms...

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Solemn prayers rise,
Guided by the light of day:
Votive candles praise.

Sunday liturgy,
Seventy-four Hail Mary’s:
Resonate requests....

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Greek= diakonos= helper
He is ordained for the ministry of the Word
Liturgy
Charitable works
Ordination includes authority
Baptize
Preach at Mass
Preside at the sacrament of Matrimony...

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Lecture Given By Clergy

We were given a lecture by the clergy,
With much energy exhibited in liturgy,
Done deal;
No appeal,
Who later had been accused of perjury.

Jim Horn


Kavanaugh was part of the clergy so he
had said....

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The divine worship of the Church
Not an event on good ideas
Nor great songs
No one makes or invents a liturgy
Mass is holy
Venerable action
Liturgy becomes exciting when we sense
Eternal God Himself is present under its precious
Often ancient prayers

YOUCAT 167...

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There is so much to taste:
a religious surfeit 
gives me indigestion.

Jostled by a crowd of words 
I seek just who I am 
in relation to the Word.

Give me space, some quiet, 
room to breathe the Holy.

The Word made flesh is enough 
on which to feed - together....

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Love from His heart is like,
Lazarus called...come forth!
Legions of angels watch!
Liberation of souls!
Light shining...guiding lives!
Liturgy gracing souls!
Labyrinth with a clear path!



Comments:  A Pleiades is a poem with seven lines.  Each line starts with the 
same letter.  The title normally has one word.  The poem focuses on the title or 
subject. The subject here is God’s love for us....

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During the pre-evening liturgy
Betwixt a shabby stall
Irate I sit scribing seasoned verses
Silent as an infant in production

Whilst the slaughtering of pacifism
Across the universe ‘tis my soundness
Perforated by the eerie current
‘Twas delivered via the vapors of her breath

Curtly, such graphic memories gnaw the very bones
Of what I had thought to be timeless romance
Though once again I’ve been forsaken
To drink all ‘twas left unsaid and unknown...

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Listen to poem:

Pray for us Sinners Mother Mary 
David J Walker 

The best lies are wasted on 
The oldest sleeping priest seated

In the confessional 
As paid-for candles are 
Blown out  in the 
Wind of an opened door 

The sins omitted are represented 
And reserved  for a weekday night 
recommitted out of sight 
Of the shuttered stained-glass windows 

The liturgy turned to an elegy
Seemingly with me in mind

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners  
    again 
         and again...

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