Poetry

Tired From Driving, More Driving To Do, Father David Mary Awaits

A day with a mother turning eighty, Poor Clare partaking,
A visit to a father’s crematoria remains, a marker proclaiming a life lived,
Father, daily prayers, Communion receiving, pleading eternal peace, supplicating, I love you, thank you,
The story is written, done, an ending in place, struggle within goodness, in memory a happy childhood remains, Lord have mercy,
No longer feeding amongst the swine upon the husks,
I love you, Mother and Father, imperfections apart, sustaining a vestige, charity a reality, a vanishing point, breathing in and out, remnant ,cleansing debris,
Pentecost, fifty plus years, no longer young, being prodigal commenced, relate accountability,
Tired, yet hopeful, faithfulness and loving; cross-eyed and painful, modest, prayerful, silent, still, and dumbfounded,
Wisdom the game for the aging, contemplation the aim for the taking,
No arguments made, immaturity disdained, Holy Spirit, I know your unnamed, most mysterious One, noncomprehending, understanding, a constant refrain, continual, gradual interest attain,
A dove within fire, en fuego, in silence, presence alone, growth and surmounting, water and anointing, becoming undone, a cloud of unknowing,
Gifts providing, capable to succor, virtue rendering fruit, breathe a new man, wisdom, infusion, a heart beat surrender,
Patience Holy Mother retain, moving closer to your embrace, death a day nearer, your Son allows an efface, dismantle in honesty, knowing to negate, your mantle shelters, a light finger portends, a hand gestures reconciliation,
I have always been, will always be, eternally begotten, forgiven, wounded I remain, thoughts hard and heavy, now generosity, a mystery contains, purgatory pertains,
Andre arrives, babbling sweet nothings, grinning and greeting, working on two, a toddler willing and wanting, determined to speak, unable to pronounce, gentleness befits,
His mother behind, a niece morbidly obese, flawed self-control, fueled upon fear, sorrow and shame, hurting inside, psyche amiss, joy annihilation, generational defeat, guilt, a black father unknown, disappeared upon birth,
Put the poem away, cleverness dismiss, self-absorption scorn, Andre desires a playmate, a red wagon he drags, his cargo he tows, a plastic bat, a ball, a tiny glove, he holds out his hand,
Above the Holy Spirit watching awaits,
Jesus, the Son, Savior, merciful and kind, loving allows,
God, the Father, I dare not to be so bold, grateful, touched by creation, thank You, I adore.

Andre close to trouble

Andre close to trouble

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Gradualism: Fortifying Unification

Immersion, dissolving on into, losing individuality, submerging, withdrawing while emerging,
Blissfully retrieving lost remnants of forgotten paths left untrodden,
The accumulation of hubris, humus, compost, decaying fallen leaves,
Nurturing, providing stench, rotten and enfolding, new life surfacing, a psychic change,
Breaking through that which naturally affords rising, passing beyond on into, the emptiness of being fulfilled,
Spring time and the rising sun, the awakening of the spirit, constant, continual, cultured, never-ending,
The budding of flowers, growing grapes, fruit a plenty, many and varied, individual beauty amidst a vast array,

Oh my little one, so long I have waited, so long my heart ached,
You are crawling, you are awake, let my tears quench, let my bread feed, purify your breath and blood, holiness embrace,
Slowly and simple, do few things, think even less, stay focused, release your burdens, mind and body relax, refine and negate, stay aware and attentive, listen, let me speak, quietude invoke, be silent….

The road ahead remarkable, arduous and long, means nothing, as the past is forgotten, mistakes allowed, healing conducting, the moment residing, presiding within, smiling,

Be still and know that I am God.

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Unique Holy Spirit

Hovering, a dove in flight, soaring,
Over earthly bondage, alight,
Loving fiercely, touching brightly, burning,
Yearning to quell, regenerating fruit, rendering gifts,

Sanctify the broken misfit, the willing alienated,
Pursuing joyful passion, lover on into lover,
Interconnect the lost with the Father, the Son surrendering,
Rarefaction amidst complex bewildering multitudes,
Immaculate, serenely simple, immense, sheltering salvation,
Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Amen.

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Abridged Commonweal article: Poetry and the Contemplative Life

Christ on the Cross is the fount of all art because He is the Word, the fount of all grace and wisdom. He is the center of everything, of the whole economy of the natural and supernatural orders. Everything points to this anointed King of Creation Who is the splendor of the eternal light and the mirror of the Godhead without stain. He is the “image of the invisible God, the firstborn of every creature… in Him were all things created, by Him and in Him… He is before all and by Him all things consist… in Whom it hath pleased the Father that all things should dwell… for in Him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead corporeally,

Christ is our inspiration, and Christ is at the center of the contemplative life. Therefore, it would seem fairly evident that the one thing that will most contribute to the perfection of Catholic literature in general and poetry in particular will be for our writers and poets to start leading lives of active contemplation….prayer will become the life of our soul, and we will be able to carry on affective prayer everywhere.  

…He insists that the highest experience of the artist penetrates not only beyond the sensible surface of things into their inmost reality, but even beyond that to God Himself.  More than that, the analogy with mystical experience is deeper and closer still because, as he says, the intuition of the artist sets in motion the very same psychological processes which accompany infused contemplation.

The Augustinian psychology, which forms the traditional substratum of Christian mystical theology, distinguishes between an inferior and superior soul….the soul (inferior) acts through its faculties, making decisions and practical judgments concerning temporal external things…The  ‘superior’  soul  is  the same soul..the  principle or actus primus…flow  from…inner principle…the superior soul…strictly the image of God within…if we are to contemplate God at all, this internal image must be reformed by grace…we must enter within ourselves by recollection, withdrawing our faculties from external things into this inner sanctuary which is the substance of the soul itself. The majority of people, even those who possess the gift of sanctifying grace, never enter into this inward self, which is an abode of silence and peace and where the diversified activities of the intellect and will are collected, so to speak, into one intense and smooth and spiritualized activity which far exceeds in its fruitfulness the plodding efforts of reason working on external reality with its analyses and syllogisms.

…The artist, the poet, the metaphysician is, then, in some sense already naturally prepared and disposed to remove  some of  the principal  obstacles to the light of infused contemplation. He will be less tempted than the ordinary man to reach out for sensible satisfactions and imaginable thrills. He will be more ready to keep himself detached from the level of feeling and emotionalism which so easily make the devotion of less wary souls degenerate into sentimentality….

Mystical contemplation is absolutely beyond the reach of man’s activity. There is nothing he can do to obtain it by himself. It is a pure gift of God. God gives it to whom He wills, when He wills, and in the way and degree in which He wills….the voiding  and  emptying  of  the  soul, clearing it of all images, all  likenesses  of  and  attachments  to  created things so that it may be clean and pure to receive the obscure  light of God’s own presence. The  soul  must  be  stripped  of  all  its  desires  for natural  satisfactions, no matter how high, how noble or how excellent in themselves….As long as it rests in creatures, it cannot possess God and be possessed by Him…once again a case of God’s light shining in the darkness, “and the darkness did not comprehend it.” (John 1.5)

…poetry can, indeed, help to bring us rapidly through that part of the journey to contemplation that is called active: but when we are entering the realm of true contemplation, where  eternal  happiness  begins, it may turn around and bar our way….Mystical prayer, on the contrary, enriches man a hundredfold more both in time and in eternity…

Online article from Commonweal. Linked to complete article. Background of Commonweal from Wikipedia: American and liberal journal of opinion, edited and managed by lay Catholics, headquartered in The Interchurch Center in New York City. It is the oldest independent Catholic journal of opinion in the United States. The word “commonweal” is a reference to an important term in the political philosophy of St. Thomas Aquinas, who argued that legitimate leaders must prioritize the “common good” of the “commonweal” in making political decisions. A perfect way of expressing the wisdom espoused by Rush Limbaugh.

An Ending Poem: Abrogate

A writer who had to cease, desist,
In order, proper to form, foregoing,
Appropriately,
To be in fullness human,
Completing image and likeness,
Fulfilling the superior,
He had to stop putting words to screen,
Sacrificing effort and art,
End the poetry,
Burn the books,
Terminate imagination,
Halt,
Even the image of Christ being crucified abandon,
Abnegate to subordinate,
Stop seeing,
An inner scream of silence release,
Into Your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit
Left unsaid, nothing written,
Infusion, patiently, prayerfully, await.

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Compliance on into Unification

In compliance differing, distinctions, need,
Fighting one’s self,
Willing in thought, conforming
Falling time after time, frailty,
Doing the best one can,
Bruised, bloody nose, and skinned knees,
Instincts astray, churlish,
Survival, combative through fear, cornered,
Backdrop, history playing a part,
I am all that I am, formation,
Truth within the loss of the need for identity,
To be no one,
To become one,  
Two in being lacking perfection,
The lesser becoming greater, growth,
Unification, one on into one,
Patience, practice, progress, perfection, an end,
Virtue fed by the fruits of the Holy Spirit,
Strengthened through Eucharistic adoring prayers,
Father, I love You,
Communion, a procession of devotion,
Consume and digest,
Return and kneel,
The presence behold,
Stillness and silence raging efficacious,
Halt the clever thoughts,
God has no need,
Stop the insisting,
End the desperate well-intended nonsense,
Self serving,
Quit the constant call for attention,
For everyone’s sake no more people pleasing,
Leave alone brother and sister,
No one needs your wisdom,
Enough is enough,
Faithfully, nothing more to be done, honestly,
Hopefully waiting, meritoriously breathing,
Loving divine, blood flowing, water baptizing,
What actually happened?
The compliant transformed,
Nothing done,
Being done to,
The task: a vessel made ready,
Cleansing, the obligation of self-will,
Discipline, healing, psychological renovation,
The Master concluding,
Father finishing,
Divine Will lays barren,
A lover consumed,
Wisdom devouring delusional false waywardness,
Ignorance, lacking, a hunger, hurting, longing, original sin,
Accountability, responsibility, being alive calls forth,
Eternity beckons.

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Why sit before the Eucharist adored by the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration?

Place Your Mind Before the Mirror of Eternity!

Poem by St. Clare of Assisi

Place your mind before the mirror of eternity!
Place your soul in the brilliance of glory!
Place your heart in the figure of the divine substance!
And transform your whole being into the image of the Godhead Itself through contemplation!
So that you too may feel what His friends feel
as they taste the hidden sweetness
which God Himself has reserved
from the beginning
for those who love Him.cropped-st-clare-of-assisi-susan-clark.jpg

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The Knight of God –Henry Suso poetry

“For I will show him how many things he must suffer for My name’s sake.” Acts ix. 16

As the song of him who singeth,
Playing on a harp of gold,
So to me was Christ’s evangel
In the days of old.

Thus across the lake of Constance
Went I forth to preach His Word,
And beside me sat the squire
Of a noble Lord.

None in all the ship so knightly,
None so bravely dight as he-
“Tell me,” I besought, “thine errand
Yonder o’er the sea.”

“I go forth,” he said, “to gather
Many a knight and noble bold;
They shall tilt at joust and tourney,
Whilst fair eyes behold.

“And the bravest and the noblest
He shall win a glorious prize,
Smiles to boot, and courtly favour
In the ladies’ eyes.”

“Tell me what shall be the guerdon?”
“Lo, the fairest in the land
Sets a gold ring on his finger
With her lily hand.”

“Tell me how the knight may win it?”
“Scars and bruises must he boast,
For the knight shall be the winner
Who endures the most.”

“Tell me, if when first assaulted,
He in knightly guise shall stand,
Shall he win the golden guerdon
From his lady’s hand?”

“Nay, right on, till all is over,
Must a worthy knight hold on;
Bear the brunt, and stand a conqueror
When the fight is done.”

“And if he be wounded sorely,
Will he weep and will he mourn?”
“Nay, in place of winning honour,
He would win but scorn.”

Then my spirit sank within me,
And within my heart I spake-
“O my Lord, thus fight the knightly
For their honour’s sake.

“Small the prize, and stern the battle,
Worthless gain, and weary fight-
Lord, a ring of stones most precious
Hast thou for Thy knight!

“Oh, to be the knight of Jesus!
Scorning pain, and shame, and loss;
There the crown, the joy, the glory,
Here, O Lord, Thy Cross.”

Then I wept, with bitter longing
Thus the knight of God to be;
And the Lord, who saw me weeping,
Gave the cross to me.

Bitter pain, and shame, and sorrow
Came upon me as a flood-
I forgot it was the tourney
Of the knights of God.

And again I wept, beseeching,
“Take the Cross, O Lord, from me!”
Till a light broke like the morning
Over the wild sea.

Then there spake the Voice beloved,
Still and sweet my heart within-
“is it thus, O knight of Jesus,
Thou the prize wilt win?”

“O my Lord, the fight is weary-
Weary, and my heart is sore!”
“And,” he answered, “fair the guerdon,
And for evermore.”

“I have shamed Thee, craven-hearted,
I have been Thy recreant knight-
Own me yet, O Lord, albeit
Weeping whilst I fight.”

“Nay,” He said; “yet wilt thou shame Me
Wilt thou shame thy knightly guise?
I would have My angels wonde
At thy gladsome eyes.

“Need’st thou pity, knight of Jesus?-
Pity for thy glorious hest?
On! let God and men and angels
See that thou art blest!

In the middle ages, the knight was the heroic figure men aspired to be in fantasy and deed–a life of bravery and honor. Chivalry demanded a code of ethics–manliness included virtuous conduct and thought, fighting the good fight, speaking words of wisdom, generosity, and kindness. In a world of brutality and wicked tongues, the knight righteously matched violence with violence, cruelty with compassion and intelligence. The defenseless were to be protected, the weak to be venerated, respected and sheltered. A true knight’s every effort was to God and others. In tournaments, the battlefield and life, a knight dedicated his efforts to a chosen damsel. The lady of honor acknowledging his respect by tying a scarf to the knight’s jousting lance or armory. St Francis aspired to be a knight in his younger days, before turning his heroic efforts over to the religious life. His lady of honor became Lady Poverty, captured so lovingly, allegorically, and fantastically in ‘Sacrum commercium Sancti Francisci cum domina Paupertate’ (The Sacred Bond of Saint Francis with Lady Poverty). The idea leads so fittingly into a devotion to Our Holy Mother.

Knight Praying

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