Monthly Archives: November 2017

St Dominic’s morning Mass & Holy Hour

Author unknown

Queen of Heaven, pray for us!
Pray for us, your children,
Who entrust ourselves to you.
Pray for us so that we may never sin,
That we may love Jesus with all our hearts.
Beneath your mantle, O Mother,
We your children take refuge daily.
Gaze on us mother; watch over us.
All that we are and have,
We offer to Jesus through you.
Tach us, guide us, sustain us,
Defend us from every danger,
As you have done till now.
And after this exile,
Show us Jesus,
The Blessed Fruit of Your Womb.


Image Quietness

With respect to the soul,
Be gentle, kind, and clean,
Subtle with the awareness of dreams.
Do not pierce your love,
With things that should never be seen.


Holy Innocence

I returned to work in Twinsburg, Ohio.  Still reflecting, there will be more to say on this during the coming weekend.  For now, my thoughts go to reuniting, a coworker specific.  I learned his six-year-old daughter suffered immensely, the grace of mystery touching allowing the sorrowful opportunity for expanding faith, hope, and charity.  Her illness started as strep throat, then advanced to a flesh-eating virus that attacked her back and one leg severely.  The poor thing lost her leg just above the knee.  A solid Christian family, loving and intact, thoughts seem to linger regarding the reality.  It reminds me of words from a novel ‘The Dry Wood’ by Caryll Houselander.

“They had put Art’s misshapen infant into his own hands to hold, and he felt sure that they would not have done that if they meant him to live.  It was only for a moment, however, and then the nurse took him.  That was a black, agonized moment for Art Jewel.  In it something fierce and primitive awoke in him which afterwards never died.  He desired his son’s life as a thirsting man desires water.

And that son’s life was a tiny atom, a spark against which the whole force of what we call civilization conspired, the whole force of it, past, present, and future.  Out of the past a towering mass of evil cast long shadows across him—the greed, the selfishness, the cruelty, the lust, the infidelities, of generations of human beings.  A multitudinous procession of murder and innocence cast its fire and shadow on the wizened little face, as on the face of all children born into our world.

First of all, as if they swept past the Christ Child sleeping in the stone manger, the flock of Holy Innocents with jubilant cries like wild birds migrating, wild birds winging to the sun of the eternal light; the first martyrs, baptized only with the baptism of blood, with crimson stars tangled in their burning hair.  After them, all through the ages, came the martyrs whose death and resurrection seem the inevitable co-incidence of Christ’s birth, of the birth of life into the valley of the shadow of death.  And always dark on the burning brilliance of martyrdom, the shadow of murder, of the sevenfold evil that is death in man’s heart fighting against life.”

Caryll Houselander as a child.


Wisdom beyond grasping

I am positive a secular profound artist can capture the loss of innocence, the futility of errant ways, paths taken through tendencies, upbringing, and self-will, desperately seeking yet never reaching. Ends attained only through negation and frustration. There is something so honest and eye opening about an individual grasping the depth of banging one’s head against a brick wall; the desperate longing and reality of something greater, the need to attain more than one is able to produce. There lies truth, there lies reality, there lies blockage; beneath the turmoil a soul can be buried while suffering the consequence of truth, the awareness lingering something is missed, the knowing love exist yet seemingly out of reach. As with all spiritual growth, this initial stage–this call for acquiescence, this call to call out, produces attachment, the desire to become entrenched within familiarity and sentimentality; the effect of becoming a reputable personality. To grow, to merge within the fact one’s eyes are being opened by grace, is the key to deeper progress, further healing and further blossoming—the purging necessary for unification with the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ, and the loving tendering of a Sorrowful Mother; the ability to become obedient, disciplined, and malleable.

The Dogs

by Moby

We started like children
Lost in the building by the wall
Hope lost to fear
And nothing was clear when we lost it all

This is how, how we tried
This is where, where it died
This is how, how we cried
Like the dogs left outside

We were so cautious
Guarding the locksets viciously
I’m never breathing
Tender like ribbons obviously

This is how, how we tried
This is where, where it died
This is how, how we cried
Like the dogs left outside

I am too shy to cry
You gave her one kind to provoke
Even with balance
Losing the hope with you again

This is how, how we tried
This is where, where it died
This is…

In Wisdom is a spirit
intelligent, holy, unique,
Manifold, subtle, agile,
clear, unstained, certain,
Not baneful, loving the good, keen,
unhampered, beneficent, kindly,
Firm, secure, tranquil,
all-powerful, all-seeing,
And pervading all spirits,
though they be intelligent, pure and very subtle.
For Wisdom is mobile beyond all motion,
and she penetrates and pervades all things by reason of her purity.
For she is an aura of the might of God
and a pure effusion of the glory of the Almighty;
therefore nought that is sullied enters into her.
For she is the refulgence of eternal light,
the spotless mirror of the power of God,
the image of his goodness.
And she, who is one, can do all things,
and renews everything while herself perduring;
And passing into holy souls from age to age,
she produces friends of God and prophets.
For there is nought God loves, be it not one who dwells with Wisdom.
For she is fairer than the sun
and surpasses every constellation of the stars.
Compared to light, she takes precedence;
for that, indeed, night supplants,
but wickedness prevails not over Wisdom.

Indeed, she reaches from end to end mightily
and governs all things well.

Wisdom chapters 7 & 8


Growing old with the Holy Spirit

According to Guigo, Hugh kept strict custody of the eyes and the senses in general; he practiced poverty and was pious. His continual prayers, fasts, and vigils made him a true contemplative, a man who had an experiential knowledge of God and who had received the gift of tears, which at his time was considered as the summit of the spiritual life. Hugh shed tears of contrition and of thanksgiving, especially in periods of sickness, a trial which began very early in his life and conformed him to the suffering Christ. Little by little he became senile and lost his memory almost completely, except concerning the things of God (prayers), which he remembered perfectly until his last day. –‘A Dwelling Place of God; Saint Bruno, and Saint Hugh, Bishop of Grenoble, Founder and Co-Founder of the Carthusian Order’ Charterhouse of the Transfiguration


Monday reading

Love justice, you who judge the earth;
think of the Lord in goodness,
and seek him in integrity of heart;
Because he is found by those who test him not,
and he manifests himself to those who do not disbelieve him.
For perverse counsels separate a man from God,
and his power, put to the proof, rebukes the foolhardy;
Because into a soul that plots evil, wisdom enters not,
nor dwells she in a body under debt of sin.
For the holy Spirit of discipline flees deceit
and withdraws from senseless counsels;
and when injustice occurs it is rebuked.
For wisdom is a kindly spirit,
yet she acquits not the blasphemer of his guilty lips;
Because God is the witness of his inmost self
and the sure observer of his heart
and the listener to his tongue.
For the Spirit of the Lord fills the world,
is all-embracing, and knows what man says.

Wisdom chapter 1