“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
We pray for Republicans whose speech spews hate and lies - Hoping for more civilised discourse in Congress.
Oh Lord Place a guard upon their Hearts and give discretion to their lips that their conversation may be modest, charitable and truthful...
In some instances, this may even be a heavy lift for God...(e.g. MTG, etc.)
Pour forth, we beseech you, O Lord,
your grace into our hearts,
that we, to whom the Incarnation of Christ your Son
was made known by the message of an Angel,
may by his Passion and Cross
be brought to the glory of his Resurrection.
Who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit
one God, for ever and ever.
GAUDATE
| Gaudete, Gaudete! Christus et natus Ex maria virgine, Gaudete! | Rejoice, Rejoice! Christ is born Of the virgin Mary, Rejoice! | |
| Tempus ad est gratiae, Hoc quod optabamus; Carmina laetitiae, Devote redamus. | It is now the time of grace That we have desired; Let us sing songs of joy, Let us give devotion. | |
| Deus homo factus est, Natura mirante; Mundus renovatus est A Christo regnante. | God was made man, And nature marvels; The world was renewed By Christ who is King. | |
| Ezechiellis porta Clausa pertransitur; Unde lux est orta Salus invenitur. | The closed gate of Ezechiel Has been passed through; From where the light rises Salvation is found. | |
| Ergo nostra cantio, Psallat iam in lustro; Benedicat Domino: Salus Regi nostro. | Therefore let our assembly now sing, Sing the Psalms to purify us; Let it praise the Lord: Greetings to our King. |
If it is Advent can Christmas be far away
Adventu primo justifica;
By [your] first Coming, justify [us];
In secondo nos libera;
In [your] second [Coming], free [us],
Ut cum, facta luce magna,
So that, the great light having been created,
Judicabis omnia;
You will judge all things.
Sequence from the Sarum Missel - with English translation
J.R LOWELL
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand,
Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 'tis Truth alone is strong,
And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her throng
Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from all wrong.
Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified,
And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
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New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth;
They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth;
Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be,
Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea,
Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
IT IS OUR TIME NOW TO STAND FOR DEMCRACY AGAINST THE TIDE OF TRUMP AND REPUBLICANS
In our imagination we can live as we would wish
Age teaches us to accept our limitations
Only in death are we perfected
You know you are old when you receive unsolicited brochures from Funeral Directors
Copulation no matter how sweet is
no firm foundation for a relationship.
Y
WORDS FOR JF - LOST GIRL
"How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone"
The Beatles
The Major Players.
In the Slime ball Follies
Held in Washington DC
The Team
McConnell (Honorary Captain)
Cotton
Graham
Blunt
Cornyn
The All Stars
Cruz
Gaetz
Greene
Johnson
Jordan
Paul
McCarthy (Pitching Coach)
BAT BOY
Donald Trump
A FAVOURATE POEM
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:
Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
With dark forgetting of my cares, return;
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Cease dreams, th' imagery of our day-desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow;
Never let rising sun approve you liars,
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain;
And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
LOVE & LOSS
A SEQUENCE
New Poem J
Like stillness she swept over me
- enveloped
in her care and love
- Before
consciousness apprehended it.
She is my
reminder
Who woke me
from "the buried life".
Intense –
sudden
– the swift cheetah overtook me
Mea Puella –
Cor Cordium…..
Thoughts on Love
Come tell me
of your love
Does he
fulfill your need
Does he
satisfy your inmost desire
- for sweet
content and sharp pleasure.
Is he all to
you - all that you desire
Does he inflame
your heart with strong passion
Is he all to
you so that you will be all to him?
Oh tell me
of your love.
DO YOU FEEL
Do you feel my love -
it is as
warm as the sun on your face and back.
Do you feel
my care -
it is as
fresh and strong as the breeze that cools you.
Do you feel
my desire -
it is as
sharp and salty as the taste of the sea on your lips.
Gain and Loss
Who but you
could capture me so
And in what
rapture then enthrall me
So that I
count all my gain but loss
And see my
life as so much dross
Unless I
yield to your fair prison.
A year
beyond I
So now we may count in years not days or
weeks or months
the measure of our love
Yet still each moment encloses an eternity of
care, tears, laughter, hope and love –
So years then count little as the measure of
our love
For this union is bounded by eternity
and years
are but moments in the measure of our love
On Being
24
Years pass on
Time flows by
But you still - like a phoenix
Rise ever new
Neither time nor years diminish your
Beauty
Your softness
Your love
Your compassion
Your care
Your joy
Are ever new
At twenty four – It is you I adore
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LOSS
A year beyond - II
So now we
may count in years not days or weeks or months
the measure
of your hate
Yet still
each moment encloses an eternity of
lies, tears,
betrayal, despair and loss –
So years
then count as little as a measure of our former lives
For this
union is bounded by your faithless betrayal
and years
are but moments in the measures of your hate
Loneliness of Love
My Love is fulfilling it makes me complete
Without it I am empty and only half a me.
When my Love is with me I am alive and replete
When my Love is not by me I sense a defeat.
She is often too distant and I sense a loss
My heart is adrift in the loneliness of
love.
Space Between
There is a space between us filled by a
shadow
His name is unspoken but his presence is
felt
I fear for his presence - it threatens my
love
I wonder just when that presence will part
us
So then we'll be two and no longer a one.
Delusion or Love
Was it really all delusion when it felt like love?
Did I deceive myself for these three years - a greater fool each year?
Or was it
hidden love not meant to be
- so that at hint of revelation she choose to
flee?
Such ashes now of that conceived, deluded, passion cover my soul.
or is this delusion still?
Would Pilate know the truth - or only jest at my confusion?
Yet the empty heart might tell me truth –
of love once
born - now lost in the confusion of fear.
End of
the Affair
Her words
sounded the truth of all creation - all life
It is conceived,
flourishes then withers and dies.
Nothing
escapes this rigor.
And so for
love - born of a season - in hope of everlasting time.
Fanned by
passion and desire the flame grows ever more intense
But like the
tide it ebbs
Flows out
from the shore of fondness
Till one
time it does not return.
IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE
When one was ill then
it was exquisite pleasure not to have to go to school but be enforced to spend
the day in bed. One could read comic books, other books and eat bisquets etc.
whilst in bed and not be chided by one’s nanny for getting crumbs in the bed.
How different being
ill as an adult is. There is simply not the same innocent pleasure. We are
loath to be absent from work, being idle in bed or idle at all has lost it
attractions – bisquets or not. We are wont to read not frivolous things but
serious work papers. As an adult the illnesses we experience are other more
serious and distressful compared to those of childhood – measles and chicken
pox notwithstanding.
So I mused about a
lost age – a lost innocence.
AS WE AGE OUR TASK IS TO RECOGNISE OUR LIMITATIONS AND ACCEPT THEM WITH GRACE AND RESIGNATION
