Monthly Archives: July 2018

Here I am

They cried one to the other,
“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts!
All the earth is filled with his glory!”
At the sound of that cry, the frame of the door shook
and the house was filled with smoke.

Then I said, “Woe is me, I am doomed!
For I am a man of unclean lips,
living among a people of unclean lips;
yet my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts!”
Then one of the seraphim flew to me,
holding an ember that he had taken with tongs from the altar.

He touched my mouth with it and said,
“See, now that this has touched your lips,
your wickedness is removed, your sin purged.”

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying,
“Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?”
“Here I am,” I said; “send me!”

Isaiah

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Reflection

Christ of my making abandon me,
For You alone are the Holy One,
Life of my taking surrender me,
The intricies of existing entwining,
Without and within seeking the Kingdom,
Worldly engrossing, vines entangling, roots binding,
Your LOVE has never been in doubt Holy Mother.

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Faith

Assent to Revelations Veiled Mysteries
Faith symphonically proclaims
& melodiously sings her heart-warming-capturing Beauty
A transcendental atmosphere
Concrete Zion’s-trumpeted-truth,
Never-bending-eternally

Provoking redeemed-redeeming love
Opens wide the ‘kingdom within,’
Hearts that wake in compassionate desire
Divinely-Embered Coals radiantly blazing
From the touch of the Son of God

Reasons surrendered reward
Obedient to unreasonable reason
Strained neck, seeking higher things
Gymned-wisdomed
Born from passioned sufferings wake:
‘Behold the Lamb of God’

Harevsted within Christ’s Beatific Light
Heavenly Gravitating
Riding the Meekness of Christ
Humbly proceeding in divine candor
Growing, glowing onward infinitely bright.

Undeniable Truth
Unremorseful Slap in the ‘old man’s’ Face
Cold Water of Thirsting Reality
Supreme Invitation:
Wakeup and S(ee(a)!!!

Lucid Conscience’s Vast horizon
Calming the Whirling Storm Within

An Unnatural Bent on Heaven
Glory Bound Gracefulness
‘Love is Stronger than Death’

by Clinton R. LeFort

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Life’s struggle

Brothers and sisters:
That I, Paul, might not become too elated,
because of the abundance of the revelations,
a thorn in the flesh was given to me, an angel of Satan,
to beat me, to keep me from being too elated. 
Three times I begged the Lord about this, that it might leave me,
but he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you,
for power is made perfect in weakness.” 
I will rather boast most gladly of my weaknesses,
in order that the power of Christ may dwell with me. 
Therefore, I am content with weaknesses, insults,
hardships, persecutions, and constraints,
for the sake of Christ;
for when I am weak, then I am strong.

2nd Corinthiens

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The Universality of Mary

In honor of the vastness of the world, in celebration of an incredible World Cup, I present my favorite goal scorer of all time. Brazilian soccer is the beautiful game, Ginga. Ronaldinho mesmerizes me whenever I watch.  Our Holy Mother is the celebration of creation, the Immaculate Conception, the embracing of the difficulties of life and self-will. Her love is unbounded and unconditional. Enjoy the video of a great goal scorer.

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The Burning Babe

a poem by Robert Southwell

As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow,
Surpris’d I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,
A pretty Babe all burning bright did in the air appear;
Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed
As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed.
“Alas!” quoth he, “but newly born, in fiery heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I!
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns,
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;
The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought are men’s defiled souls,
For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.”
With this he vanish’d out of sight and swiftly shrunk away,
And straight I called unto mind that it was Christmas day.

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Ugliness, growing old, and childhood friends

Michael Stipe is a man. He was important when I was younger. He seemed to be able to define the undefinable, subtly and without pretense. Now he fights for homosexual rights and he has lost me. Yet not being politcal sometimes I need to visit with him, to listen to a good friend, someone I trust and admire.

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