I have six senses that I worship with.
I feel spring’s sunshine and relish rain on my skin.
I hear her singing in the thrush’s throat.
The scent of lilacs l i n g e r s in sweet summer.
Fall floods me with my memories.
I view vibrant skies and winter’s wonder.
From God’s glory shown, I know lasting love
Never meet your heroes, lest they fail your expectation
Resulting in the crest that's fallen down from that elation
Experienced upon neglecting self-examination
Overlooking what it took to gain this elevation
707.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Prostrates to God in Worship
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Prostrates to God in Worship – the Sajidah
God recognizes her earnest surrender
She whom to God puts herself under
Oh Mary – the Prostrating One – the Sajidah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Worshipful is She.
Amen.
-10/07/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”
706.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship – the Raki'ah
God had seen her humble submission
She also has God's recognition
Oh Mary – the Bowing One – the Raki'ah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Worshipful is She.
Amen.
-10/06/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”
In the morning, you walk with me.
All day, you stand with me.
I call you friend.
I call your name.
I call you savior.
I call you worthy.
Justification is a choice.
Sanctification is a process.
It’s all about Jesus.
More than able.
Always stable.
Give me Jesus!
My one thing.
Lightness overcome the dark.
Lightness overcome the heavy.
Light will prevail.
God’s love never fails.
Because Jesus has great love for me.
(by ScottM during church 4/29/2026)
436.
Pray & Worship
When we pray, we talk to God
When we worship, we recognize God
By prayer, hope we exhibit
By worship, faith we exhibit
Pray and we build divine relationship
Worship and we honor God's leadership
Prayer & worship make us His children.
-12/13/2015
(Dumarao)
*43rd Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
412.
Worship God's Name
Holy is God, holy is His name
Different in different tongues, but still the same
The God of Israel, the God of earth
The God of my life ever since birth
His name I praise, to His name I pray
His name is glorious whatever they say
His name alone is worthy of worship!
-11/29/2015
(Dumarao)
*19th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
410.
Worship God
For He is the Lord, our God, our Creator
Greatest in might & supreme in splendor
He alone we must worship
Recognize His power & leadership
Among all creations – good or bad
He is to them the only one God
Hosanna to our King whose reign is everlasting!
-11/27/2015
(Dumarao)
*17th Daily Reflection from Catechism Bookle
She walks the shoreline fearless, every curve her own to show,
the sun leans in to kiss her skin and make her spirit glow.
Waves applaud her comeback as they rush to meet her feet,
the wind lifts up her hair as if to say, "now this is heat."
Birds chirp their admiration while the sand bows soft below,
for her inner light outshines the body everyone's dying to know.
My father's garden cradled in my memory
had breathtaking chrysanthemums, ravishing dahlias,
along with playful jinias,
he dreamed of a life around those breathtaking flowers,
digging and watering, and pruning the hedges,
a life full of tranquility, connected with ethereal nature,
like a fascinating picture painted by a visionary artist
with shades of lush green...
painted with brown soil, golden sunshine, and pouring rain.
I see his powerful hands dusty with mud,
holding the tools with strong grasp,
his upright face crimson toiling in the sun,
his whole body in a position of worship,
praying to nature.
This is a dream which never happened to him.
He did not have a chance to live in his dreamland.
If my body is a temple,
Then my temple is a forest.
A place of worship built by God himself
With arches of thick tree canopies.
And steps to the throne, roots and brush and earth and dirt.
The choirs are the birds, the wind and patterings of prey.
Why isn’t the forest as good a temple as any?
Is my temple less to you
Because the machines have torn down my trees,
Or the blood in my soil upon which life is built
Disgusts you?
But these rampant canyons of trees and sweet smelling wildflowers
Are the offerings I can bring to the one who loves my soul.
And as He brings the sunset
I stretch my limbs to trickle light through the halls of this sanctuary.
It is not as formal
As you would have it.
But it pleases Him the same.
And though I have been torn down time and time,
He constantly grows new life, again and again.
This broken body, He raises up over and over.
Evergreen and eternal.
What could make a better temple than a forest?
More than anything
I hope I can be
Someone God sees
As worthy of His care
Someone God knows
As a light He can use
Shining through the dark
Of another’s bruise
Chorus:
I want to be a light
Shining through the night
A light of love and grace
With His love, to amaze
His love will amaze
More than I can say
I hope He hears me pray
For the chance to be
A heart who He sees
As another’s answered prayer
A light that is aware
God will always care
And God is always fair
Chorus:
I want to be a light
Shining through the night
A light of love and grace
With His love, to amaze
His love will amaze
I want to be His light
Shining through the night,
Offering others hope
Showing someone how to cope
Oh, I want to be His light
Shining through the night
I’ll shine through the night
Through the shadows, God sends His light
A soft prayer, making things right
In this story, you’ll learn of life
His gentle healing of all strife
Blessings fall over souls so bright
Through the shadows, God sends His light
Restoring lives who feel such grace
He is the love that we’ll embrace
Tender love is His gift to all
Hear His voice, follow His call
Through the shadows, God sends His light
Echo of hope, sure to excite
Praise to God, who’s writing my time
In notes of wonder, joy and rhyme
Blessing away the fears of night
Through the shadows, God sends His light
I fear me.
I fear you.
I fear the silence of the pews.
I fear the smell of incense,
burning me with sandalwood wounds.
I fear that I cannot rise above
what this world has predestined me to be;
defined by my pervasive immorality,
by the wounds running deep.
Soon moral qualms will resign me to my
societally inflicted fleeting sense of self.
Our father,
who art in heaven
hallowed be my refrain to you.
For what I am leads me to refrain from fully accepting your love.
Oh Lord,
why test faith in someone who has been driven from it?
I worship.
I worship the toothbrush that sits on my sink.
Bristles are tired,
Bent,
Worn.
I worship my pants
That barely fit on my hips, and fall below my heels.
I worship my phone, my computer.
My connections and my entertainment.
My blue light,
Humming and buzzing.
I worship my hair.
Despite how oily and
Frizzy and wild and unkept
It might appear at times, I really,
Really do worship it.
I worship home.
At times it might be creaking, busting at it’s seams.
Out of it, wailing and cries emit.
I worship the board.
I worship the screeching wheels,
Grinding on the pavement,
I worship that pavement.
A ritual I carry out every day I breathe.
I worship people. Good, pure, kindhearted people.
I worship family. I worship friends.
I worship life.
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