A Poem for Our Mother’s

You woke early to get breakfast

For me and my Dad

My Mother dear who

Cared for others so much

 

You went that morn with myrrh

To Lord for our God

Our Mother dear who

Hoped to anoint found the Angel

 

You go for protest this week

How your People and ancestors

Honorable hostess dear who

Suffer the Maoist regimes

 

You called down by the child

For company and our shows

My granny dear who

Put tyrant’s toys away and Mom appeased

 

You off to work the crack of dawn

For this guy and the student

Mother of my child dearest who

Brought home the bacon and Our Daily Bread

 

You first prayed the Psalms

For us, family and friend

Other Grandma dear who

Passed on when we were a small one

 

You prayed over Jerusalem

All who face a storm or scatter

As a mother hen gathers her chicks

Under her wings, Wisdom Holy Spirit

 

We join your church Sunday AM

Your daughter and I go

Not just to endure these tirades

But to bring back the grandchild mother-in-law

 

We attend your Church Our Mother

Bride of Christ whom was first

Mary and e’en the second Sunday of May

Think like of us men like mothers

The end

From the Old Covenant to the New and God cares.

A Brief History of Mercy

 

He’s the God of the many

Outside His love there’s not any

Now not just Jew’s find God

But all who tread this barren sod

 

Before that Eve and Adam fell

From grace in Eden all went well

Now all God’s sons and daughters

The time of Noah go astray

We are all the slaves of sin

Sold like the fourth in line Joseph

Christ like Moses set us free

Not with the Law but Jesus blood

 

David King of an Empire

Forgiven promised Son to rule

We’ve come back from Babylon

We’ve the temple of the Spirit

 

Here Roman Cath’lics believe

In the Chalice and Host we’re free

Present in lives Lord of dance

We adore Him in the Monstrance

 

From age of Peter and Paul

As Saul’s persecution give’s strife

One’s still reject my Lord of Life

Helpeth me overcome my grief

 

 

It is the Lord Who cares

 

If I falter stumble and fall

It is the Lord Who cares

If I betray like Adam, David or Judas

It is You Jesus that really cares

 

Against You my God alone I’ve sinned

So it is You just the Christ reels me in

The Church Your Body offers Reconciliation for sin

Lead me home Holy Spirit through Confession in

 

Into the Master’s caring embrace stretched out for me

What could more show You care the Way to Calvary

King of kings You have seen my trouble hung upon the tree

It is Your care for my every woe sets me free

 

When my heartache and sin problems and trials seem tall

It is the cross inspires You bore there cares

We seem behind the eight ball only sink the white instead

By Your Spirit Almighty Saviour I know the Father cares

 

Called Consoler of poor Guide of this hapless man

When seems no hope in reason not the World that cares

It is not my brother or sister to have done what we can

But You o Precious Healer Who gently cares

A poetic explanation of the plan of salvation

A New Tune

The prowess of the Lord of Hosts

Is truly amazing girl

His strong long right arm upholds

His mercy gentle as a curl

 

Sent from God the Father

Creator of our World

His One and only Prince of Peace

To mitigate our chaos which unfurled

 

The Holy Spirit of the two

The Father and the Son

Breathed forth our created universe

The battle the Triune over evil won

 

Abba Father has kept the flock

The Son sacrificed like a Lamb

Holy Spirit paraclete guide of Church

The all evil one in Hell to damn

 

For by the grace of God my friend

We can get it right

Jesus can set it straight

Forgiven with Love this very night

 

Our foolish pride own worst enemy

The story while ages run

In Conversion turns to joy

And life forever a song fun

 

So thank the Father with me

Praise Christ with His Sacrament

And let the Holy Ghost rein in your life

Gain that of a Saint saintly temperament

 

For though we had a mess below

A new world is coming

Our perfect Mother St. Joseph her chaste spouse

With the Master meets us at homecoming

 

We’ll have more words for the Stranger of Galilee

We’ll never stop whistling humming singing

The key is to start off today here

Now our live’s offerings proud to be bringing

from Sat., Dec. 14th'13 to Christmas Eve

Advent Penance Celebration

            I don’t know if I have gluttony, but I know how controlling I can be. Do I do unto others, as the Lord did for me; when I’m not the most sharing guy on the block?

            I don’t know if it’s wrath, but what a revenging spirit I had. Am I, loving my neighbour, as Christ loved His Bride, when I’m not forgiving others; even when they forgave me?

            I don’t know I have greed, when I am denying we are the children of Abba; but if I don’t put God first in my life: am I believing, the Father has the plan?

            I don’t know I lust when I’m betraying another. But could I be more immaculate by respecting my sister?

            I don’t think I envy but how uncaring. Am I concerned how well off am I, rather appreciating my brother?

            I haven’t pride, but do a bit of boasting. Do I break Ten Commandments, when not rather honouring God, Creation, Creatures, Church and State?

            I don’t call it sloth, but am giving up. What else is it: discouraging myself, and my fellow creatures, however we need to be hanging on!

           
Does modern man, do I, need contrition over issues? When we only identify quasi-legal, poor behaviour, or bad attitude, do we ever need to be penitent – go to Reconciliation? This is my examination of conscience before Christmas Confession.

seasonal poem

St. Andrew’s and Advent Today!

            Called to be a fisher of souls

            Let us bring our brother

            Hope our stocking not filled with coals

            Cause we didn’t listen to Mother

 

            Every Saturday we think of her

            This the Feast of St. Andrew

            Feelings of Christmas will stir

            Tonight lit Advent wreath show

 

            She said don’t be insensitive

            To those around you

            It’s the season to give

            Not a time to be blue

 

            God gave us His Spirit

            First to her and the Apostles

            Flames the upper room lit

            Preach like Pentecostals

 

            The Child she would bear

            Brought one another joy

            He will come again here

            Let all hearts employ

A toss of a coin.

Christ the King

            Is this the Feast or is this Grey Cup Party Day? Why not toss a coin? Today I wore a Norman Rockwell tie of the toss of the coin. Great games have been played by winning the toss. Is the wind of change, the wind of the Spirit blowing in our favour? The wind of revival has to restore faith in the church. Sometimes fighting against an ill wind improves the team spirit to challenge them to victory. I hope I’m on the winning team. I hope I’m not leaving things up to chance. I hope I’m not as fickle as a coin toss. Christ rules the universe and nothing is left up to chance really. You have to make Christ the Ruler of your world. Life is as unpredictable as a toss of a coin. Heads: the Lord wins; tails: the devil loses.

from last night hope

The Proof
   You've got to prove it for yourself. It's not up to your parent, a saint, or an ancestor. You must find the Master on your own; not leave it to the Pope, another pastor, or some guru: to help you find the Way. The Christ said don't call one another rabbi, just come to the Father through the Lord Jesus, whose Holy Spirit will guide you to the Truth. Come to the Light, tried by all mankind; don't let your lover convince you of the Life, which is tested true. Neither can your sister nor your brother show you Love, but the Lover of your Soul may give it to you; that lasts forever. Let Creation point you on the path: may Holy Souls, holy people and leaders in the faith, steer you onward and upward, and friends encourage you. But friend, take a good look on your own, because not by sight, but by faith we are saved; not by our works, but by God's grace you'll see so great a salvation. By Church's teaching, from the Church, Christ's bride and in that Church, One Body, you solely discover Faith, like the partner chooses her mate.