Recovery Plan

When all is dead Might we lift up our head Hope for more to be fed By the Living Bread When my soul is cast down May I see Sts. of renown Bring my spirits 'round And Hope be found Where dismal the day Let's cheer the Way And to Mary pray Her Son will stay What times are slow But to Joseph go In Monstrance adore Lo blessings galore!

My part

 My part; I have felt lately is just other social media: hotmail and facebook. When I rarely blog it has been more poetical, less opinion. But the That Man Is You meeting which I joined through zoom yesterday morning and the tv Mass which had a homily to inspire me too has brought this confession to mind. Our culture is to say my part, I'm okay, but we, or I add, in my own thoughts anyway, what's wrong with you. If I do my part I have done all I can do. But I am not just a part, but part of a Body. Christ is the head and I shudder to think what part of the body people compare me to then. Christ did not have a human part and a holy part but one mind, and it isn't as I implied there at the TMIY meeting yesterday morning. He was wholy human and wholy holy at the same time. My part is to become more like Him. So you're okay, I'm not okay. Our culture is making people trans-human. This term is used for robotics or dehuminization and for becoming more like Jesus. If you let the whole man go and emphasise only the physical, although I've found I needn't let go of the physical, and if you let go of the emotional, mental or spiritual, you are not okay. Men need to dwell on the heart, mind and soul. So we will be trans-human in the positive sense of the word. In a world where we are statistics or cogs in a wheel we can take our part, with a whole heart.

Grace For All

 Black and White; silver and gold: those adorn Your royal throne room.

All the races of the whole human race, Saints we know and those we don't,

will fill Heaven and bow before Your glory.

We'll all share a different story of how You set us free.

It will be told, how our laurels and our crowns, will be cast down,

as nothing will match Your diadem, of them Celebrated and them unknown.

All poor and humble are to share Your matchless riches.

For all to be emancipated may receive grace.

Ode for Sabaoth

God bless all Your children

God bless all brothers, sisters, Christians

God bless all spiritual followers

In they great Triune namesake

God grant us all Wisdom

To her live in repect to You

To awe in thy holy presence

To rapture as We partake

 

Lord give us all courage

To live the Faith we encourage

On fire like a storm surge

At least all way Mary venerate

 

We ask to place all our hope

To win our place in Heaven hope

To in person one on one worship

With all Your Church contemplate

 

May we shine Your stones in clarity

That we built on You wondrous Vine

This way rond You vacillate all time

Thou nucleus hold me close

 

My power wihin me O King

Oh Divine Nature let us sing

Powerfully ringing reverber'ing

The sound of Thy repose

Ode to Beethoven cont.

We give You thanks dear Jesus

For our Life and our Love

For Your healing nature o'er us

Our Pasque Bread from above

 

First Day Sunrise Risen Glory

Promise of New Day with You

And with all the Stars of Heaven

We shine in thanks and praise You

 

The moon must raise harvest home

The nighttime sky glows for You

The Sunshine where we rise to give

Thank Yous bountiful Mana You

 

Our Resurection Thank You

Our Joy our Hope our Peace our Stay

Thanks Prescription Thank You

You heal us watch o're us today

Portal

It is a full moon midsummer!
The Pandemic is pretty near blowed.
The rioting in the States' pretty well blown.
What next in the news might be seen?
Jesus appear in the clouds?
The way we saw Him go.
This train of thought may show -
How in Western North complancy's grown
We have shared our bread; tried to be good.
But have we been kind to motherhood?
Whatever the sin: are we humble?
The time is ripe to repent and pray!
And like rain pours from a portal
Renew the land after this dry spell.
Or work hard at our Salvation!
Listen to the call of a loon.
You may copy my lay.

Lord of the wind

Lord of the wind, of the breeze, and of the rainbow,
Lord of the rain, of the sleet, and of the snow,
Lord God, lamb of God; Lord of me.

Lord of the grass, of the field, and of the meadow,
Lord of the road, of the course, and of the walkway;
You take away the sins, away the sins of the World: away the sins of me.

Lord of the calm, of the stillness, and of the song of the robin,
Lord of the morning, of the noonhour, and of the tide of even;
Holy Spirit renw us, Spirit infill us: Holy Ghost give peace to me.