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*DISCLAIMER: I am a Catholic, but my writing may have hues or points that are, by
accident, not perfectly Catholic in orthodoxy. So please, take my writing with a grain of
salt, and if you are confused about something, ask a priest who has had proper
formation.
"Bass Prayer"
The man walked around the pond in the heat of the day
The water was hot as it gets in the summer
When the blazing orb is highest in the sky
He under his round dock of straw
Me in the water under my long hat of wood
Seeking protection from her blazing majesty
Waiting for a morsel to fall through the slits in my hat
It was cool there
Was it cool under the straw dock?
!
Real
**By "hanging" here I am not referring to suicide, but to "hanging on the chain of
circumstance" in a way that is not human enough. Likewise by "close my eyes at last" I
am not referring to suicide either, but rather to entering into a wisdom that is deeper
and more stable than that which can be found on the chain of circumstance. There is
some idea of "death" though, in the sense of an intellectual sort of death from one way
of thinking to another, a major change. But since this change would be major, I have
resolved not to try to make it until I have more ecclesial support for it. Furthermore, the
stance that I have outlined in this poem is not final, and is subject to change.
Letting the heart be grateful for a time, the will strong through fraying
I have to move slow to get you where you will always be.
"Losses Outweighed"
*I heard this view once, that the Church will not only defend against hell but
attack hell, but I do not know if it is true. Pretty badass, though.
Home (at the Dome)"
For half-light yields to vision perfect when this home thats failing is undone,
"Transfigured"
And fall back and losing full sense of left right down and up
The sacraments you gave still hide the whole love story.
Run Away
And run away in highest love-life kick-started by what Love lacked begun.
To wipeth each tear from our eye, like some impassioned doc -
Cries out for that Happiness which is the Absolute most most Far.
And thus you sheatheth your sword but crush the serpent,
"The One"
But shaking like you then, like you I pointed out, the Catholic most certainly lives!
For full truth marks good way to full heart - so really man, what gives?
Mary! I cried out, and turned, looking up with her towards Him:
To Gods Good Love I bow down, to become His son, my cup filled to the brim.
But smiling, you last said to me, go out to all the world,
And I knew then, and know it now, that I am but Your continued herald.
*This is a Lord of the Rings reference. "Speak, friend, and enter." See <https://
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgHCM68KkPY>
"Who am I? (part one)"
"Whether as
A Catholic priest,
Lifting up
My paschal Feast,
So as we do
What God said we must,
And do it with
Perfect love and trust
Or by drowning in air,
Filleted to the bone,
For a family's feast,
Slayed on the boat ride home.
*By this line I do not mean to de-emphasize the importance of fraternal charity, but
rather to emphasize the virtue of keeping one's silence when, in the life of contemplation
and action, silence is due.
"A union of hearts can give hope to the world"
*I think it was St. Francis who said to guard our souls with humility by obeying
our leaders in every matter but that which is bad for the soul.
"Where to, pop?"
So if we want an exodus
From fighting unto peace;
Let us recall to give each a hug,
Then inch it towards it, our feast.
Need
(The devil sometimes makes us smart,
Monkey see-do, but where's your human heart?)
You Lord