Expedition

Why is there trash in the Ocean?
Why does love take so long?
Why is my heart ever yearning?
For something so true and strong?

God's love's as deep as the deep!
God's carpenter's arms hold me tight.
God's spirit is in me revealing.
Why naught so long like the night?

Why do birds stop their singing?
Have we found what we're looking for?
Now is the grass ever greening?
Here was the long awaited fore!

For the time of our need.
Fore we go with the wind in our sails.
Fore no other to heed?
For His will to prevail!

Now we have peace with the Dayspring!
Here we chart through the chop.
This love, this stay, the Spring,
Our song, begins afresh from the top.

11th May '20 The Rise of Slime

Last night we watched another show on tv which discussed our oceans but what stayed in my mind was "the rise of slime". Now isn't this an alegory for our time? I am but "a jellyfish of organs stuck through with bones" to quote myself, an amoeba, not too developed. I think I see however, how the slime of society, spawn of the Devil, somebody I believe is real, has us all enveloped. If I go on a date, which had better be with my wife; what I've learned at the stage of my life at last, do I have in mind past dates, adventures of misadventures, when it is all about me? This sliminess of our culture God, Who existed always, asked the Woman and Man to regect, and see through the Snake's lie. Now the balance of Nature is upset, there is no equity between people, and the slimy rises to the top. Where, the truth is obscured, in our vast sea of knowledge, for political or financial gain, it has me on the hop. There's talk of perfect storms, how do walk the way of perfection, Who walked on water, who is the masteer of the waves? Learn the ways of the Master: Jesus saves!

Where?

from an early hour this morning

In Bethlehem we find our Way, the Babe, the King, the God, Alway.
In Jerusalem we see the Light, our Peace, our Priest, and our delight.
In Nazareth we come to Life, the Carpenter, his Son, and Mary, the wife.
In ancient Palestine discover the Truth, a prophet, yes, the Master, saves for sooth.
Jesus is our Hope and stay. He is here now in monstrance, He is here now in tabernacle,
and He is here now in me.
He is the Pascal Sacrificial Lamb of God, our Eucharistic Lord of Glory!

Thoughts on a Wintry December

In the cold dead December
The Christ Child's birth we celebrate
Help us Master always remember
We need a Pilot to navigate
If we are to sail to better weather
When we want to flourish our climate
We give to Mary the eagle's feather
From the four winds negotiate
Long and loathing heath and heather
Holly and Ivy Crown and populate
May the Spirit us now gather
All in the Way aggregate.

Canadian Don't Fear Winter of Life

Noisy honkers flocks of hundreds
Make their V for victory in the sky
They made it North now fly South
Victory for us is to meet Jesus on High

Victory for us is to daily beat the Devil
To beat any and all temptation to sin
May we make a noise rise up to Heaven
Let all Creation know we know we win

Winged angels will go before us
Saints already have made their way
Raise our voices to join their chorus
Praise to Jesus our lead won the day

Queenship of Mary

If I get into Heaven,
With Mary my Mother;
Imagine the Queen:
Before the throne of God,
Pleads with her Son,
On my behalf,
Please forgive,
All the wrong he's done.
I'm stuck in awe,
With their holiness there,
And can't speak,
To defend myself.
Jesus, with mercy
Says he'll forgive,
And they usher me
Into glorious Heave.
And with more Saints
We burst into praise.
I can't stop thanking
The Father of Love.
The counts are filled,
We, shouting and singing.
Angels and Archangels
Worship the Dove.
Peace so pervading,
All fear is gone,
No evil among us,
No pain in the place,
All are positive,
Mary has persuaded:
Jesus to bless us;
Shed the Light of His face.
The stories we'll tell
To Honour the Father,
Adore the Christ,
And give Their Spirit power!

One Day

One day men will never whimper
One day all ladies will dress modestly
One day we'll promenade down golden avenue
That's not our fate but our destiny

One day no child will need to whine
I don't know if we'll need shoes at all
Just on the food of the angels we'll feed
From a flowing river our cup will be full

One day we wont burn electricity
Our vision is clear there isn't night
No crime will exist in our city
And every wrong will be made right

Come where I'm going no more warfare
Calm as crystal the peace by the shore
No one could count the peoples of the temple
Filled with the shouts praise and singing galore

No one should be one not counted in there
One day our joy will just grow more