Each day so much like one before it
Just little differences
That make some stand out,
While the rest sink into forgetfulness,
Never again to see the light.
Buried in the cave beneath thought,
With roots deep,
Influencing in secret
That makes us a mystery to ourselves
In how we sometimes are.
Am I my past or am I my thoughts at this moment?
What will I be in the future?
Perhaps I am none o
The pain of the world,
Weighs heavily in all our hearts,
Some more in touch than others
With its depth.
Many hide from its sting
Anything to keep empathy,
That if allowed to grow
Will make the heart bleed,
Moan for all their brothers and sisters,
Suffering with no one to help,
Or to be with.
Does God weep?
Being present to all,
No way to deflect
Of all the children
There is a proverb that always seems to speak to me…..”Trust the process”…..a simple statement no doubt, but when meditated upon when going thru some change in life, can be very helpful, and even comforting.
Change can bring to the surface many conflicting emotions, and feelings; excitement, fear, and anxiety, with each flowing thru the conscious awareness one after another, sometimes perhaps being experienced all at once. Causing a swift experience of “ups” and “downs”, that can be unnervi
Learning a new job is like learning a new dance step. I remember when my sister-in-law tried to show me how to do the 2-step. Looks easy, and it is, but learning to do it without counting takes some time; meanwhile the actual counting also makes it hard to do, since it interferes with the actual rhythm that is needed to do anything right, be it dancing or not; to do it properly
Right now I am so busy trying to get all the “details” right that it takes me twice the time that it took Theresa to
He is like an infant now
In his geriatric chair
Table up so he cannot fall,
If he tries to stand up on his own.
He does not know he cannot walk
He stills smiles when his name is called
Laughs at jokes
Is present to those around
How much no one knows
He leans to his right
Almost over the arm rest
Nothing can be done to make him straight
When ask if he has pain
He responds he is comfortable
Eats only soft foods
Stating to have trouble taking meds
I have been asked to give a talk on Anger, Resentment, and Forgiveness; a subject I feel I know a lot about, since anger is an issue that I have been dealing with all my life. I am not an intellectual, so my talks tend to be more autobiographical than anything else, and sometimes it gives me pause when I think about it.
One of the reasons I like blogging is that I have an avenue that I can simply state what I feel I need to state, and then send it to be read by people who really don’t know
Deep down in the depths
In places perceived as dark,
Hidden from view,
Or perhaps feared,
Is a knot,
Of the one who is its creator,
Even if brought forth unknown
Purposeful none the less
Even if its time is outlived,
It cannot be undone.
The burden heavy,
If not felt,
Its influence seen
The effects witnessed
By those who know the one suffering,
Who perhaps see their ref
There is a yearning in the human heart
Often going without a name,
Experienced as a wound by some,
By others a simple longing.
An inner thirst,
Showing no mercy to the Soul,
Allowing no permanent rest
Since it cannot be owned
But only sought.
This yearning points beyond what we have,
It almost seems that we are also pursued.
That being also yearned for
Is what draws us forward.
Seeking union with that which has no name,
Yet present in the
He is not the person he was once,
Cannot say what he wants,
Yet still knows he has something to say.
The frustration showing in his eyes
Aching to say something,
Anything that forms a complete thought,
But he cannot.
He is present,
Just in a different way,
That makes him seem absent
To those who perceive from outside.
In ways different than before,
Yet the fire,
And love still shine forth.
He reaches to tap me o
About a year and a half ago, when Leo, and Damian, first went into Morningside, I would take them out to lunch once a week. They both enjoyed it; the time spent with them was very pleasant and happy. They liked to go and get hamburgers, or perhaps a hotdog, and afterwards go over to Dairy Queen for some ice cream. They loved the ice cream Sundays with lots of syrup on it. This went one for a few weeks, but I had to stop since the director of Morningside told me that Damian would come back a
The sun beats down
Upon the one who thirsts,
Screaming for cool water,
The mind obsessed,
Each moment tormented.
The stream was heard from afar
The beauty of the sound
Than any sound ever heard,
The body frantic
With a joyful noise,
The crystal clear treasure
Flowed past rapidly,
Its smell intoxicating,
Almost leading to madness,
Until the hands cupped
The precious liqu
Chains of oppression and mercy/justice
The belief that God is merciful is often hard for many to accept or to understand. Mercy is often thought of as something for another, a wrong doer, someone who has caused personal harm. To let the one receiving mercy off the hook. Which is a dangerous illusion to actually believe, forestalling healing for all involved in any situation in which evil is done to another.
Justice is more readily embraced, for then the scales are righted and order restor
Anxiety and Morning Coffee
I love coffee. I enjoy the ritual of preparing it. Three scoops for a full pot, allowing the water to run, then getting that first taste of the bitter brew. Yes, I love the bitter taste of coffee. I guess I simply taught myself to enjoy dark, and bitter. It is a familiar place, a comfortable one, a good start for any day.
As I age, I begin to notice that in the morning, even though I wake up rather quickly, there has always been a form of ‘suffering’ associa
Prayer for the dead
(community day of remembrance)
Lord, today we pray for those who have gone before us,
those we know and those we do not, our Christians brothers and sisters,
and all those who have died seeking love, truth, and justice in this world.
For those who have loved truly, yet need further mercy,
and healing, such is the work of your grace.
Each moment is yours, as is each soul,
all are known and loved by you, such is your heart,
eternal, and infinite in love
The benefits of the Rosary are many
While non-Catholics (many of them) do not think much of the Rosary. I guess it is because of 'Mary'. They seem to have some real problems with our devotion to her. Yet the Rosary is a powerful tool for prayer. I would say it is my main form of prayer when I am not sitting in silence. I can do that for only so long, and then my mind starts to jump up and down, bounce off the inner wall of my skull, and wow, my brain can be insane in what it brings up. An en
Dealing with anxiety in a world of insecurity
First and foremost, the monk should own nothing in this world, but he should have as his possessions solitude of the body,
modesty of bearing,a modulated tone of voice, and a well-ordered manner of speech.
He should be without anxiety as to his food and drink, and should eat in silence. Saint Basil
I would like to start off by saying that even though I am a monk. Have been one for 50 years, I am not sure I do any of the above
All Souls Day
O Lord in prayer we enter your time,
that moment in which all moments are contained,
so on All Souls day we do pray
for all who have entered into your ‘Eternal Now’,
let us bring all those we know,
for those who lived before
and will come after,
for in your eternal ‘Now’
all moments are one.
For those we love we pray O Lord,
for those we just passed by,
and worked with,
for these who have died,
we also lift to you,
As well as the poor who die in
“Today, if you hear his voice,
do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion.”
Every child who, rather than being born, is condemned unjustly to being aborted, bears the face of Jesus Christ, bears the face of the Lord, who even before he was born, and then just after birth, experienced the world’s rejection. And every elderly person…even if he is ill or at the end of his days bears the face of Christ. They cannot be discarded, as the ‘culture of waste’ suggests!---Pope F
“As I experience God’s mercy, so I believe it is the same for all”
“It is Jesus you seek when you dream of happiness; he is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; he is
the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is he who provokes
you with that thirst for fullness that will not let you settle for
compromise; it is he who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is he who reads in your hearts your most genuine choices,
the choices that others try to stif