Dec 15, 2011
Dec 13, 2011
Prayer
oNE OF THE MOST
tender images is the human person in prayer.
When the body gathers itself before the Divine,
a stillness deepens...
To see someone at prayer is a touching site...
they rest in that inner temple impervious to
outer control or claiming...
A person at prayer also evokes the sense of
vulnerability and fragility...
- The Hunger to Belong
Dec 11, 2011
Year of Faith
Some reading on Pope Benedict's thoughts on The Year of Faith, starting October 2012
http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/motu_proprio/documents/hf_ben-xvi_motu-proprio_20111011_porta-fidei_en.html
http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/motu_proprio/documents/hf_ben-xvi_motu-proprio_20111011_porta-fidei_en.html
Nov 30, 2011
Chook's Nativity
In memory of my dear wee Henrietta and Brown, who have been nabbed by the neighbour's cat!
We still have one little family,
and they are a delight to watch.
The rooster is just as gentle and watchful as the mother
finding tidbits for them and chuck-chuck-chucking
and races across the yard to
break up pecking-order fights in his little harem.
Brown, the lowest in the pecking-order
would always tuck in behind him for protection
or behind my gumboots -
the sweetest of mothers
she'd wander into the kitchen if I was late with food.
Henrietta has even quietly watched tv with us.
We still have little Cheeky
who gets as headless as I do if she can't find the squeeking lost one
will fly at anyone and fluster about
and then settle down in a puff-ball of relief
when the quiet settles again.
The most beautiful sound in the world?
Chickens cheerily eating with their Mum.
St Anthony
after a torment like this (which I can well recognise,
as thoughts and life tug away at the peace I crave)
...there is loving devotion too.
O blessed Mary
to have such a sweet arm encirling your neck
I enter into that same bliss when my boys do the same
Jesus is to be found in everyone
and His look and touch melts my heart...
Was watching a young toddler being shepherded off the train by his doting father
and realised Jesus' body was so exquisitely fresh and small once too.
Nov 27, 2011
Audrey Assad, wrote this:
I did and do take solace in the Church, as a sparrow makes a nest in an old, solid oak; the Church’s very age and wisdom speak quietly for themselves, silently drawing in wanderers like me. Jesus loves wanderers and prodigals; and the Church must welcome them with open arms — in my case, she did, and warmly at that.
I find it beautiful about Catholicism that worship, in her way, is not so much an experience as it is an act of the will; yes, the senses are engaged by the sweet, thick smell of incense at the alter, the soft flickering of candles, the otherworldly melodies of chant; but ultimately, as a Catholic, I go to Mass to worship — to give Jesus the honor and glory He is worthy of; I go to Mass because I love Him.
I love Pope Benedict XVI particularly because it is the Church’s very historicity that he symbolizes. He stands, unmoved, against the tides of post-modernism and materialism that ravage the West, (often) a lone voice in the battle. I admire and respect his staunch willingness to be Catholic — theologically, intellectually, volitionally, and emotionally Catholic — in a world where religious freedom and tolerance are preached by many, but where the Catholic voice has for centuries been either stifled or diluted. On the heels of the much-beloved John Paul II, any flimsier man would perhaps have been cowed; but Benedict, speaking with both grace and power, has preached Christ, and Him crucified, as the answer to the questions of every man — Jew or Greek, Muslim or Hindu, black or white, man and woman."
I agree with her, wholeheartedly, and I still wonder how to maintain the freshness and the sacredness of Mass... and I hear,
"through service, you did it today, when you offered your love, understanding and bracelet to a young family with bouncing toddlers" Quietly sang harmonies to join the heartfelt communion "Abba" song.
Oh, and Lord!
To watch a young daughter and father
give the Readings today, together.
She so beautiful, so quiet
tucked beside his comforting bulk
his body so huge in comparison,
To watch a young daughter and father
give the Readings today, together.
She so beautiful, so quiet
tucked beside his comforting bulk
his body so huge in comparison,
both vulnerable.
A sermon in obedience
which grew as the moments ticked by
how beautiful
how she glorified her father
as he obeyed their Father
who obeyed Abba.
Simple Grace
The measuring spoon for this blog...
Simple Grace
the more I reflect on these two words
the discernment refines
sophistication is ignored
for the 'aha' sigh of recognition
like another simple statement:
Study to be quiet...
what does that mean, really?
Simple Grace
the more I reflect on these two words
the discernment refines
sophistication is ignored
for the 'aha' sigh of recognition
like another simple statement:
Study to be quiet...
what does that mean, really?
Nov 19, 2011
To all the grandparents......
...that I see at Mass with grandchildren, but not your child.
Your efforts are not in vain...
Your efforts are not in vain...
Obedience
A father had two sons, and asked them to come work
The first said yes, then never did.
The first said no, then later did.
Who was the obedient son?
Yes, Lord
many a time I blithely say yes
then don't...
Ah, what a mess it gets me into...
The first said yes, then never did.
The first said no, then later did.
Who was the obedient son?
Yes, Lord
many a time I blithely say yes
then don't...
Ah, what a mess it gets me into...
Nov 8, 2011
Contemplative Prayer
Entering into contemplative prayer is like entering into the Eucharistic liturgy:
we 'gather up' the heart,
recollect our whole being under the prompting of the Holy Spirit,
abide in the dwelling place of the Lord which we are,
awaken our faith in order to enter into the presence of Him who waits for us.
We let our masks fall and turn our hearts back to the Lord who loves us,
so as to hand ourselves over to Him as an offering
to be purified and transformed...
Contemplative prayer is silence,
the 'symbol of the world to come'
or 'silent love'.
Words in this kind of prayer are not speeches;
they are like kindlling that fire that feeds the fire of love.
In this silence,
unbearable to the 'outer man'
the Father speaks His incarnate Word,
who suffered,
died,
and rose;
in this silence the Spirit of adoption enables us
to share in the prayer of Jesus.
- Thomas a Kempis
we 'gather up' the heart,
recollect our whole being under the prompting of the Holy Spirit,
abide in the dwelling place of the Lord which we are,
awaken our faith in order to enter into the presence of Him who waits for us.
We let our masks fall and turn our hearts back to the Lord who loves us,
so as to hand ourselves over to Him as an offering
to be purified and transformed...
Contemplative prayer is silence,
the 'symbol of the world to come'
or 'silent love'.
Words in this kind of prayer are not speeches;
they are like kindlling that fire that feeds the fire of love.
In this silence,
unbearable to the 'outer man'
the Father speaks His incarnate Word,
who suffered,
died,
and rose;
in this silence the Spirit of adoption enables us
to share in the prayer of Jesus.
- Thomas a Kempis
Oct 15, 2011
children singing
Oh, the sound of a hall of children 5-9yrs old
faces lit
singing a Veni Sancte Creator Spiritus
faces lit
singing a Veni Sancte Creator Spiritus
Oct 11, 2011
Is that so?
A young monk lived on a mountainside above a village.
A young lass of the village became pregnant.
She told her parents that the father was the monk.
All the village showed the girl to him and condemned him.
"It is yours, so you must look after it."
"Is that so?" he said.
He looked after the baby.
After a while, the young mother missed the baby, and told her parents the truth.
The villagers returned, apologised, and asked for the child back.
"Is that so?" was his response as he handed the child over.
Ah Lord, to be able to turn the other cheek so...
A young lass of the village became pregnant.
All the village showed the girl to him and condemned him.
"Is that so?" was his response.
When the baby was born, they brought the baby to him."It is yours, so you must look after it."
"Is that so?" he said.
He looked after the baby.
The villagers returned, apologised, and asked for the child back.
"Is that so?" was his response as he handed the child over.
Ah Lord, to be able to turn the other cheek so...
Inaction in Action - The Still Point
In the midst of action
continue.
In the midst of action
continue to be.
In the midst of action
continue to be still.
In the midst of action
continue to be still awake.
A poem which arose many years ago, after discovering the magic of acting.
There is a still point which one rests in as the action almost plays itself out, the words speak themselves, but one is not asleep, but profoundly, awake, surrendered and safe. The audience relaxes, and there is no separation between us, no one excluded.
Then when asked to lead a huge group of people in a kitchen, the same still point within was found.
But it also needed to be visible to the group. To stand still and view the activity as a whole unit, with many moving parts. It was so tempting to move from the wide view, and dive into the activity,
but then all one can see is the activity engaged in. Something is missed, the balance gets precarious. Egos flexed, dishes were broken.
Standing still, keeping the view wide,
ah, such freedom for all.
Then as a conductor, leading a choir or orchestra
I had to sit in the seat firmly, or the choir gets unsettled
egos start flexing, the authority is challenged...
Again, as a teacher in a classroom,
the same wide, centred approach was needed
the children settle, and bask in the order arising
and a natural freedom arises
the Aha! of learning discovered.
And then I found I was resting in Thee
it had always been Thee!
like a child sitting on her Father's lap
or leaning on her Mother's arm
guiding, loving, a safe haven for all.
And so I discovered Your Sacred Heart
We, us? You ask.
Of course Lord
but you must keep reminding me!
continue.
In the midst of action
continue to be.
In the midst of action
continue to be still.
In the midst of action
continue to be still awake.
A poem which arose many years ago, after discovering the magic of acting.
There is a still point which one rests in as the action almost plays itself out, the words speak themselves, but one is not asleep, but profoundly, awake, surrendered and safe. The audience relaxes, and there is no separation between us, no one excluded.
Then when asked to lead a huge group of people in a kitchen, the same still point within was found.
But it also needed to be visible to the group. To stand still and view the activity as a whole unit, with many moving parts. It was so tempting to move from the wide view, and dive into the activity,
but then all one can see is the activity engaged in. Something is missed, the balance gets precarious. Egos flexed, dishes were broken.
Standing still, keeping the view wide,
ah, such freedom for all.
Then as a conductor, leading a choir or orchestra
I had to sit in the seat firmly, or the choir gets unsettled
egos start flexing, the authority is challenged...
Again, as a teacher in a classroom,
the same wide, centred approach was needed
the children settle, and bask in the order arising
and a natural freedom arises
the Aha! of learning discovered.
And then I found I was resting in Thee
it had always been Thee!
like a child sitting on her Father's lap
or leaning on her Mother's arm
guiding, loving, a safe haven for all.
And so I discovered Your Sacred Heart
We, us? You ask.
Of course Lord
but you must keep reminding me!
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 8, 2011
Sep 29, 2011
Genuflection
A moment of realisation
Every time I pause
~In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit~
I give myself another chance...
a renewal, a returning
a conversion of heart.
... for example,
if I launch into food,
I eat to serve the idol Hunger,
if I launch into any activity without first acknowledging
Your presence
Your Lordship
I am in danger of serving a legion of idols -
pride, impatience, selfishness, indifference, haste...
the simple stopping and remembering our Love
the activity becomes
"inYou, with You and within You
In the unity of the Holy Spirt
All honor and glory is Yours Almighty Father
for ever and ever."
Amen
Every time I pause
~In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit~
I give myself another chance...
a renewal, a returning
a conversion of heart.
... for example,
if I launch into food,
I eat to serve the idol Hunger,
if I launch into any activity without first acknowledging
Your presence
Your Lordship
I am in danger of serving a legion of idols -
pride, impatience, selfishness, indifference, haste...
the simple stopping and remembering our Love
the activity becomes
"inYou, with You and within You
In the unity of the Holy Spirt
All honor and glory is Yours Almighty Father
for ever and ever."
Amen
Its nice when another explains what I don't understand...
I flounder when I try to explain why I am Catholic.
Here is a blog, which made my heart leap in recognition and gratitude... The details, the prompts may be different (Thomas Merton, St Augustine, C.S.Lewis, Medjugorje, the Rosary, TLIG) but the falling in love analogy is quite touching... I couldn't understand why I'd cry sitting watching and not participating in receiving the Eucharist.
http://badcatholicblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-it-like-being-catholic.html?showComment=1317347911563#c5388734663377845653
And then of course, there was a throw-away comment from a beloved Jewish philosopher, Gilbert Main: "You should read the Bible like a novel - its quite a good read!" So I did (took a year), from Genesis to Revelations, like a novel. Surprised by the stirring stories, drank in the poetry, skimmed the tedious bits, until I came to the gospels... The jewels in the crown! Matthew- so muscular, Mark - so dry, Luke - so poetic, delighting in the women, and John - the jewel of jewels, dark, humble, deep waters, filling out the other gospels with heart-rending details. Through Acts, as Peter and Paul argued about circumcision, etc. I almost wanted to shout at them, "You've already forgotten your Lord's simplicity in your petty squabbles!" Traced the journeys of the Acts on maps, skimmed uncomprehending the Letters, and marvelled at the pulsing time-warp of Revelations.
Now I read the Bible with the Church, daily readings which beautifully link all three parts, Old, New and Acts/Letters. Daily readings which take me on a more leisurely three-year cycle through the Good Book. I read around the prescribed texts, read a whole book in a sitting, drinking up again, delving deeper. And the Lord whispers sound counsel, reveals during the day, during Mass, informs my life. What does this mean? I ask. And the answer comes, in reflection, in the detail of the day.
God bless.
Here is a blog, which made my heart leap in recognition and gratitude... The details, the prompts may be different (Thomas Merton, St Augustine, C.S.Lewis, Medjugorje, the Rosary, TLIG) but the falling in love analogy is quite touching... I couldn't understand why I'd cry sitting watching and not participating in receiving the Eucharist.
http://badcatholicblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-it-like-being-catholic.html?showComment=1317347911563#c5388734663377845653
And then of course, there was a throw-away comment from a beloved Jewish philosopher, Gilbert Main: "You should read the Bible like a novel - its quite a good read!" So I did (took a year), from Genesis to Revelations, like a novel. Surprised by the stirring stories, drank in the poetry, skimmed the tedious bits, until I came to the gospels... The jewels in the crown! Matthew- so muscular, Mark - so dry, Luke - so poetic, delighting in the women, and John - the jewel of jewels, dark, humble, deep waters, filling out the other gospels with heart-rending details. Through Acts, as Peter and Paul argued about circumcision, etc. I almost wanted to shout at them, "You've already forgotten your Lord's simplicity in your petty squabbles!" Traced the journeys of the Acts on maps, skimmed uncomprehending the Letters, and marvelled at the pulsing time-warp of Revelations.
Now I read the Bible with the Church, daily readings which beautifully link all three parts, Old, New and Acts/Letters. Daily readings which take me on a more leisurely three-year cycle through the Good Book. I read around the prescribed texts, read a whole book in a sitting, drinking up again, delving deeper. And the Lord whispers sound counsel, reveals during the day, during Mass, informs my life. What does this mean? I ask. And the answer comes, in reflection, in the detail of the day.
God bless.
Sep 22, 2011
Cyber-Aunt
Welcome to the newest member of our precious two-year-old facebook group,
St Anthony's Lost and Found. Adele.
We have met her mother and father before she was born, and grown into cyber-aunt/uncles through their wedding plans, pregnancy, and now celebrate a beautiful birth!
I have wandered into many different cyber-groups, but St Anthony's wee corner continues to be a haven. We are a private group, and formed from four original members, who met through the Crazy Catholic discussion group. Now there are about thirty, and even though we are in the four corners of the world, I consider them a special part of my life. We have shared our faith, concerns, and the ups and downs of our little lives. Sometimes we have wandered and thought it had faded, but we return to find the same refreshing honesty and faith.
God bless. Thank you for cyber-space, even for one little pearl of a group amongst much chaff.
God bless...
Sep 14, 2011
Point taken Lord
"If you left your family in dissaray just to come here, you did a wrong thing. Do your dishes, put your children to sleep, don't leave anyone at your home frowning. Not because God comes second, but because God comes first. Your families are from God, and so are your duties in the family."
Comment from http://badcatholicblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-love-girl.html
Comment from http://badcatholicblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-love-girl.html
Sep 12, 2011
Aug 29, 2011
He wept
O Lord,
I feel like I have succumbed to the 'busyness',
not actually connecting, avoiding sitting still,
prayer and cleaning peace...
Either busy,
exhausted,
or procrastinating.
I long for surrender and peace
- get impatient -
all I have to do wells up,
but little gets done.
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy
All the activity - buzzes - headache,
and I'm in 'survival mode' –
mistakes, commitments made and forgotten...
Find Me in the stillness of your soul.
I have retreated deep within so you will come looking for Me.
My dear Jesus - I avoid because then they'll say,
see, you are wrong to follow You into Church...
I sink and ache for ...
My Peace, child?
Especially the warm love which arises out of simple obedience -
the trust, Lord.
Put your trust in Me, as you did then...
In the stillness of your soul
Afresh, all those practises are valuable
- see, even Vassula, she wrote in a slower, graceful hand to hear Me.
All the time in the world.
Lord,
I wish the surrender again,
the trust...
Trust in Me.
Your Church has hurt Lord - a rollercoaster ride.
LORD!?
That was the look between Mary and Jesus on the the road!
- her pleading:
"Why have you hurt me so?
I thought you loved me,
that I was a friend, eager to sit at Thy Feet.
I thought that with You, You would protect me from pain.
And instead I have watched my brother suffer, grow weaker.
Helpless I comforted him, waiting for You to come.”
And still I waited as I watched him sink into death,
wept as we waited, then washed and dressed the body,
wondering if we had displeased You.
The hope gone, no-one could console me.
And then they said You had come.
O, how heavy my heart, my legs, my body.
Ashamed of my anger, turned inward like a knife.
How could I give my heart to You again,
when You can pierce it with indifference?
So, I gathered up my shawl, took my stick
and walked the road my sister had dashed up.
People followed - we had buried Lazarus in the cave
and assumed we were to visit him again.
When I saw You in the distance,
the hot flush burned through me,
my knees melted, my eyes burned.
So beloved!
so exquisite in every way, even so far.
“O LORD, my beloved, my friend,
how can I approach You with this despair burning in my heart?”
But my feet kept leading me
step by reluctant step
towards Him.
The dusty stones,
the cliff rising beside me.
And as I came, dear friend,
He looked up.
Our eyes locked.
“O dear Mary”, one Look said,
“A pitiable shadow of the glowing face I saw at My feet,
that drank in every word and laughed in the flow.
Now the darkness envelops you,
and you are afraid to come near.
Your eyes burn with confusion and pain.
“O, my child,
it is for your greater joy I delayed,
to reveal My Father's loving command
- even death has no power.
Sweet friend,
dry your reddened eyes,
I am sorry.
My trusting sparrow, caught in the crossfire.
Come, let us show together the eternal life,
The love-giving glory of our Father.
And He took my hand and lead me to my brother's grave.
It was not far.
He sighed,
tears still glistening in His eyes,
looked to Heaven, implored His Father:
"This will not be in vain.
Lazarus, come forth!"
Martha's exclamation, "He will stink!" melted my sorrow in an instant.
And to see my brother walk out of the dark cave, stone rolled away,
the cloths I had wrapped him in three days before
still clinging to his startled body....!
O, as people fell in fear,
I wanted to shout and dance for tearful joy,
because my brother had returned,
his scars and pain all washed away,
but also,
my trust and joy was bursting to fulness.
See now, how adorable my Lord is?
How tenderly He loves me,
Loves us all,
and wants to lead us all again to His Father in Heaven?
Glory to God in the highest
and peace to his people on earth!
I feel like I have succumbed to the 'busyness',
not actually connecting, avoiding sitting still,
prayer and cleaning peace...
Either busy,
exhausted,
or procrastinating.
I long for surrender and peace
- get impatient -
all I have to do wells up,
but little gets done.
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy
All the activity - buzzes - headache,
and I'm in 'survival mode' –
mistakes, commitments made and forgotten...
Find Me in the stillness of your soul.
I have retreated deep within so you will come looking for Me.
My dear Jesus - I avoid because then they'll say,
see, you are wrong to follow You into Church...
I sink and ache for ...
My Peace, child?
Especially the warm love which arises out of simple obedience -
the trust, Lord.
Put your trust in Me, as you did then...
In the stillness of your soul
Afresh, all those practises are valuable
- see, even Vassula, she wrote in a slower, graceful hand to hear Me.
All the time in the world.
Lord,
I wish the surrender again,
the trust...
Trust in Me.
Your Church has hurt Lord - a rollercoaster ride.
LORD!?
That was the look between Mary and Jesus on the the road!
- her pleading:
"Why have you hurt me so?
I thought you loved me,
that I was a friend, eager to sit at Thy Feet.
I thought that with You, You would protect me from pain.
And instead I have watched my brother suffer, grow weaker.
Helpless I comforted him, waiting for You to come.”
And still I waited as I watched him sink into death,
wept as we waited, then washed and dressed the body,
wondering if we had displeased You.
The hope gone, no-one could console me.
And then they said You had come.
O, how heavy my heart, my legs, my body.
Ashamed of my anger, turned inward like a knife.
How could I give my heart to You again,
when You can pierce it with indifference?
So, I gathered up my shawl, took my stick
and walked the road my sister had dashed up.
People followed - we had buried Lazarus in the cave
and assumed we were to visit him again.
When I saw You in the distance,
the hot flush burned through me,
my knees melted, my eyes burned.
So beloved!
so exquisite in every way, even so far.
“O LORD, my beloved, my friend,
how can I approach You with this despair burning in my heart?”
But my feet kept leading me
step by reluctant step
towards Him.
The dusty stones,
the cliff rising beside me.
And as I came, dear friend,
He looked up.
Our eyes locked.
“O dear Mary”, one Look said,
“A pitiable shadow of the glowing face I saw at My feet,
that drank in every word and laughed in the flow.
Now the darkness envelops you,
and you are afraid to come near.
Your eyes burn with confusion and pain.
“O, my child,
it is for your greater joy I delayed,
to reveal My Father's loving command
- even death has no power.
Sweet friend,
dry your reddened eyes,
I am sorry.
My trusting sparrow, caught in the crossfire.
Come, let us show together the eternal life,
The love-giving glory of our Father.
And He took my hand and lead me to my brother's grave.
It was not far.
He sighed,
tears still glistening in His eyes,
looked to Heaven, implored His Father:
"This will not be in vain.
Lazarus, come forth!"
Martha's exclamation, "He will stink!" melted my sorrow in an instant.
And to see my brother walk out of the dark cave, stone rolled away,
the cloths I had wrapped him in three days before
still clinging to his startled body....!
O, as people fell in fear,
I wanted to shout and dance for tearful joy,
because my brother had returned,
his scars and pain all washed away,
but also,
my trust and joy was bursting to fulness.
See now, how adorable my Lord is?
How tenderly He loves me,
Loves us all,
and wants to lead us all again to His Father in Heaven?
Glory to God in the highest
and peace to his people on earth!
Aug 28, 2011
Further up and deeper in...
During Eucharist today
Reflected on Vassula's similar plea -
why can I not feel you any more?
Your response -
"I am withdrawing a little
so you search deeper for me."
Like a parent!
just out of reach
to encourage the next step!
Reflected on Vassula's similar plea -
why can I not feel you any more?
Your response -
"I am withdrawing a little
so you search deeper for me."
Like a parent!
just out of reach
to encourage the next step!
Aug 20, 2011
Jul 29, 2011
The Monster at the Pass
A kingdom was trapped. A huge monster sat in the mountain pass. Nobody could get out to trade with neighbouring kingdoms, and nobody could get in to visit or sell their wares. It was devastating the crops and pastures with its scorching breath, and eating the livestock. Something had to be done.
So the townspeople went to the king. He didn't know what to do, but he saddled his horse, put on his armour and sword, and started down the road towards the mountain pass. He heard its terrible roar echoing down the valley; "Go back, or I will eat you whole!"
Shaken, he kept on riding, step by step. And, lo and behold, the monster, at each step, began to shrink and shrink. Encouraged by this he started cantering, watching it grow smaller and smaller, the closer he got. When he finally reached the monster at full gallop, it was so tiny, he could scoop it up in his hand.
"Tell me your name!" ordered the king, as he dangled the quaking monster between finger and thumb.
"My name is fear," it squeaked with a wriggle.
And with one puff, the king blew that monster away.
So the townspeople went to the king. He didn't know what to do, but he saddled his horse, put on his armour and sword, and started down the road towards the mountain pass. He heard its terrible roar echoing down the valley; "Go back, or I will eat you whole!"
Shaken, he kept on riding, step by step. And, lo and behold, the monster, at each step, began to shrink and shrink. Encouraged by this he started cantering, watching it grow smaller and smaller, the closer he got. When he finally reached the monster at full gallop, it was so tiny, he could scoop it up in his hand.
"Tell me your name!" ordered the king, as he dangled the quaking monster between finger and thumb.
"My name is fear," it squeaked with a wriggle.
And with one puff, the king blew that monster away.
Jul 10, 2011
Simple Grace
Many years ago, I was searching around for clothes that were elegant, practical and gave grace and beauty to the woman, without sexualising her. Clothes that could be put on and forgotten. Where cloth had richness of colour and texture, and men could enjoy female company without distraction. Also, avoiding the dowdy.
In shops were clothes that needed constant attention and adjusting so people weren't flashed. The sexual attention was often at the expense of comfort, warmth and practicality. The practical clothes were often badly cut and dowdy...
What was I looking for? Simple Grace.
Imagine a shop, where every item was picked with Simple Grace in mind. What would be in it?
In shops were clothes that needed constant attention and adjusting so people weren't flashed. The sexual attention was often at the expense of comfort, warmth and practicality. The practical clothes were often badly cut and dowdy...
What was I looking for? Simple Grace.
Imagine a shop, where every item was picked with Simple Grace in mind. What would be in it?
Jul 3, 2011
Aenemia!
Based on heavy montly period
makes one suddenly tired, stressed and weepy.
Life has to be put on hold of a day or two.
Plans are made
but the ball is often dropped...
Orthodox medicine gives me:
- Iron supplements
- Anti-depressant for seratonin levels
- Ostrogone-releasing birth-control IUD
- Councellor for stress-related issues
Natural medicine gives me:
- ginger is a blood thinner - reduce from diet
- Iron
- Zinc
- Calcium
- B vitamins
- C vitamins
- K vitamin
- Apple Cider Vinegar and baking soda
- Blackstrap molasses
- rest and reassessment of life etc
It is a relief that I am not going nutty
that there are ways to rectify the problem
My original feeling that
I wasn't firing on all cylinders
not far off the mark
and that it didn't have to stay this way...
Lord
first and foremost
You say that you give rest to the weary
and to give You all our burdens
that Your yoke is light
and that You will help us.
If we keep your commandments.
So may I give you my burden
and look out for Your loving guidance
and accept Your help
May I keep Your commandments
the greatest being?
to Love God
and
to love one another
as You have loved us
Bless
makes one suddenly tired, stressed and weepy.
Life has to be put on hold of a day or two.
Plans are made
but the ball is often dropped...
Orthodox medicine gives me:
- Iron supplements
- Anti-depressant for seratonin levels
- Ostrogone-releasing birth-control IUD
- Councellor for stress-related issues
Natural medicine gives me:
- ginger is a blood thinner - reduce from diet
- Iron
- Zinc
- Calcium
- B vitamins
- C vitamins
- K vitamin
- Apple Cider Vinegar and baking soda
- Blackstrap molasses
- rest and reassessment of life etc
It is a relief that I am not going nutty
that there are ways to rectify the problem
My original feeling that
I wasn't firing on all cylinders
not far off the mark
and that it didn't have to stay this way...
Lord
first and foremost
You say that you give rest to the weary
and to give You all our burdens
that Your yoke is light
and that You will help us.
If we keep your commandments.
So may I give you my burden
and look out for Your loving guidance
and accept Your help
May I keep Your commandments
the greatest being?
to Love God
and
to love one another
as You have loved us
Bless
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 11, 2011
Pentecost
Lord!A day full of Thy guidance
To reconciliation
a talk with Father
the Mass full of words of healing
But when the Eucharist was in my mouth
and I returned to my seat,
heard dear Ian singing.
This is what has the power to heal!
But to explain that to a doctor
full of faith in drugs?
To the children's class
Our body is a Temple
with at least seven servants
(five senses)
(mind and heart).
We have the choice whether they are
our servants or masters.
The Holy Spirit will descend
to reside in the alter of our hearts
and the Eucharist will be served
on our alter
to strengthen and heal.
The trust game:
one child in the middle
to fall back on the hands of his friends
a reflection of the community
catching one when they fall.
And a conversation with one wee lass
she and her mother concerned at
what her name means: Klaudia: lame
Ah, child
the people that Jesus healed,
how full of faith they must have been
to accept Jesus' healing hand.
And also
often our weakness
is what we are most able to teach.
That is why Klaude is also known
for being a confessor and teacher.
Lord
Your Holy Spirit
poured from my mouth.
Even to healing a dispute among the boys
so simple:
a court, with complainant and defendant
each had something to confess
each had something to apologise for
and the friendships were healed.
God bless
To reconciliation
a talk with Father
the Mass full of words of healing
But when the Eucharist was in my mouth
and I returned to my seat,
heard dear Ian singing.
This is what has the power to heal!
But to explain that to a doctor
full of faith in drugs?
To the children's class
Our body is a Temple
with at least seven servants
(five senses)
(mind and heart).
We have the choice whether they are
our servants or masters.
The Holy Spirit will descend
to reside in the alter of our hearts
and the Eucharist will be served
on our alter
to strengthen and heal.
The trust game:
one child in the middle
to fall back on the hands of his friends
a reflection of the community
catching one when they fall.
And a conversation with one wee lass
she and her mother concerned at
what her name means: Klaudia: lame
Ah, child
the people that Jesus healed,
how full of faith they must have been
to accept Jesus' healing hand.
And also
often our weakness
is what we are most able to teach.
That is why Klaude is also known
for being a confessor and teacher.
Lord
Your Holy Spirit
poured from my mouth.
Even to healing a dispute among the boys
so simple:
a court, with complainant and defendant
each had something to confess
each had something to apologise for
and the friendships were healed.
God bless
Jun 10, 2011
The Lord is everywhere, that is why He doesn't move.
I only went in to get my hip seen to. And get this PMT sorted.
As she pulled out 'the questionnaire'
oh Lord!
Of course I can't sit still,
you are condemning me
to the world of mental health
that I am sick and need healing
"these pills will help".
Oh Lord!
But then
I remember when the priest said
one reconciliation years ago:
'there spoke The Holy Spirit
"the sin is in not telling anyone" '
trying to sort it myself
thinking I had
not knowing that the sin was wider
than I could ever imagine.
As I faced the waiting room again
to fill in the forms
raw and angry
You sang to me from the radio:
and all the help You have given
Your Love
was not in the realm of foolery
but real, so real,
soothing, tender, understanding
that I cried
gratitude and joy overflowing
as the receptionist became briskly cheery.
As she pulled out 'the questionnaire'
oh Lord!
Of course I can't sit still,
you are condemning me
to the world of mental health
that I am sick and need healing
"these pills will help".
Oh Lord!
But then
I remember when the priest said
one reconciliation years ago:
'there spoke The Holy Spirit
"the sin is in not telling anyone" '
trying to sort it myself
thinking I had
not knowing that the sin was wider
than I could ever imagine.
As I faced the waiting room again
to fill in the forms
raw and angry
You sang to me from the radio:
and all the help You have given
Your Love
was not in the realm of foolery
but real, so real,
soothing, tender, understanding
that I cried
gratitude and joy overflowing
as the receptionist became briskly cheery.
On Inconstancy of Heart
My child,
do not trust your affections, for they are changeable and inconstant. All your life you are subject to change, even against your inclination. At one time you are cheerful, at another sad; now peaceful, now troubled; now full of devotion, now wholly lacking it; now grave, now gay; now zealous, now slothful.
But the wise man, who is well versed in spiritual matters, stands above these changing emotions. He pays small regard to his momentary feelings and whims, but directs all the powers of the mind towards the right and true end. Thus, having fixed his gaze and kept his intention constantly on Me, he can remain single in purpose, and unshaken under all circumstances.
The more single his purpose, the more steadily will a man pass through all the storms of life. But in many, this single purpose becomes obscured; for men pay ready attention to any pleasant thing that comes their way, and it is a rare thing to find anyone wholly free frmo the sin of self-interest. Thus the Jews once came out to Bethany to Martha and Mary, not for Jesus' sake only, but to see Lazarus.
Therefore, make your intention pure, single and upright, that it may be directed to Me alone without hindrance.
- Thomas a Kempis
(The Inner Life, ch33)
do not trust your affections, for they are changeable and inconstant. All your life you are subject to change, even against your inclination. At one time you are cheerful, at another sad; now peaceful, now troubled; now full of devotion, now wholly lacking it; now grave, now gay; now zealous, now slothful.
But the wise man, who is well versed in spiritual matters, stands above these changing emotions. He pays small regard to his momentary feelings and whims, but directs all the powers of the mind towards the right and true end. Thus, having fixed his gaze and kept his intention constantly on Me, he can remain single in purpose, and unshaken under all circumstances.
The more single his purpose, the more steadily will a man pass through all the storms of life. But in many, this single purpose becomes obscured; for men pay ready attention to any pleasant thing that comes their way, and it is a rare thing to find anyone wholly free frmo the sin of self-interest. Thus the Jews once came out to Bethany to Martha and Mary, not for Jesus' sake only, but to see Lazarus.
Therefore, make your intention pure, single and upright, that it may be directed to Me alone without hindrance.
- Thomas a Kempis
(The Inner Life, ch33)
Jun 5, 2011
Joy
Ah, there is joy in the fullness of life
in singing, exhultation
in movement in activity
the welling emotion
overflowing and uplifting
but beware
return to Me
in the stillness of your heart
return to Me
drink deep
deeper and deeper again
find me in the stillness
discipline this body this mind this heart
to stop, to obey,
to fall still
and listen
Draw back the bow
to its full stretch
so when you are sent forth into the world again
the aim is straight and true.
Bless child
remember Me
in the least of your duties
hear me in the splash in the sink
the heat of the water
the turn for a smile
sink deep in me
in all your duties
I am waiting
to bless and sanctify
All
Nothing is superior, inferior
all is Mine
turn your heart again
to Me
I am waiting
to bless and sanctify
you.
Bless you Lord!
The heart swells in silence
delights in the smallest movement
yearns to return to You
in complete stillness
complete surrender
The stillness at the centre of all movement
You will find me
but first stop still
to recognise again
My Voice
I will come again...
to sanctify all
Now.
in singing, exhultation
in movement in activity
the welling emotion
overflowing and uplifting
but beware
return to Me
in the stillness of your heart
return to Me
drink deep
deeper and deeper again
find me in the stillness
discipline this body this mind this heart
to stop, to obey,
to fall still
and listen
Draw back the bow
to its full stretch
so when you are sent forth into the world again
the aim is straight and true.
Bless child
remember Me
in the least of your duties
hear me in the splash in the sink
the heat of the water
the turn for a smile
sink deep in me
in all your duties
I am waiting
to bless and sanctify
All
Nothing is superior, inferior
all is Mine
turn your heart again
to Me
I am waiting
to bless and sanctify
you.
Bless you Lord!
The heart swells in silence
delights in the smallest movement
yearns to return to You
in complete stillness
complete surrender
The stillness at the centre of all movement
You will find me
but first stop still
to recognise again
My Voice
I will come again...
to sanctify all
Now.
Put away anger
It is better to learn how to live without being angry than to imagine one can moderate and control anger lawfully; and if through weakness and frailty one is overtaken by it, it is far better to put it away forcibly than to parley with it, for give anger ever so little way, and it will become your master. . . .
You will ask how to put away anger. My child, when you feel its first movement, collect yourself gently and seriously, not hastily or with impetuosity. . . . Moreover, when there is nothing to stir your wrath, lay up a store of meekness and kindliness, speaking and acting in things great and small as gently as possible.
- St. Francis de Sales
You will ask how to put away anger. My child, when you feel its first movement, collect yourself gently and seriously, not hastily or with impetuosity. . . . Moreover, when there is nothing to stir your wrath, lay up a store of meekness and kindliness, speaking and acting in things great and small as gently as possible.
- St. Francis de Sales
Jun 1, 2011
Another Convert...
A short potted history of his journey:
http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=20
But he is Muslim!
But what is he promoting?
Care of the poor.
World peace
Dialogue
God first.
(Set Me as a seal, upon thine heart
as a seal, upon thine arm.
For Love is strong as death.
Jealousy is cruel as the grave
the coals thereof are coals of fire
which hath a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love
neither can the floods drown it.)
Love (thine heart)
and Arm (action)
together the Holy Spirit will act.
The Holy Spirit
that we are sealed with at Confirmation,
is a promise that is never taken away.
Over and over again,
I search a person who touches my heart
and a Catholic past is lurking.
Ah, dear Lord!
This song is of The Prodigal Son!
When the song was first written
it was the son talking to the father...
But now Yusuf is talking to the son.
Ah, Lord
you are never conventional...
Sweet Adelines - Auckland
Aren't each and every one of these women absolutely glowing! They are all mothers, sisters, grandmothers, who sing along with their practise tapes while they are doing dishes, being taxi services, working. This is their sisterhood, their escape time. Few are trained singers. But listen to them!
Went to a conducting conference a couple of years ago, to learn how to conduct. 'Acedemic' professional conductors, children's choir conductors, folk, church choir conductors, beginners and professionals all together to enthuse and upgrade the choral world in NZ. The Hamilton Sweet Adelines were wonderful - the warmth, the love, how the tears flowed with joy to see how beautiful women can be!
And this mottley crew, Auckland boys having a great time, achieving excellence!
Went to a conducting conference a couple of years ago, to learn how to conduct. 'Acedemic' professional conductors, children's choir conductors, folk, church choir conductors, beginners and professionals all together to enthuse and upgrade the choral world in NZ. The Hamilton Sweet Adelines were wonderful - the warmth, the love, how the tears flowed with joy to see how beautiful women can be!
And this mottley crew, Auckland boys having a great time, achieving excellence!
Breathe on me Breath of God
The creation story tells us that the human person is made to be the image of God and therefore the embodiment of the divine presence in the world. The human person is given life by having the very breath or Spirit of God with which to breathe....
In the human Jesus, the image of God is recreated in the world. In him the Spirit of God breathes in the midst of the human community and is breathed forth onto others...
- Monika K. Hellwig
(Understanding Catholicism)
The Kings Singers:
In the human Jesus, the image of God is recreated in the world. In him the Spirit of God breathes in the midst of the human community and is breathed forth onto others...
- Monika K. Hellwig
(Understanding Catholicism)
The Kings Singers:
May 31, 2011
Remember to pause and bow to the Lord again
and again,
and again:
at the beginning
the middle
and the end of every activity.
A day of running to keep up with You, Lord!
The children,
so beautiful in their indian costumes
the wee lasses so delighted in being beautiful
the lads strutting around in tunics and crowns
the parents absolutely glowing
watching their delights shine on stage.
Oh Lord
You are in the details
hear and obey your slightest whim
obey,
and even more space for the slightest detail...
A tweek here, a safety-pin there
Praise and encouragement for make-up and hair artists
(parents volunteers backstage)
all a delightful make-believe of a professional play.
Hear the coughs and ensure all had singlets or t-shirts
letting go of ideal costume
even the last T-shirt was just the right colour/size.
Oh Lord!
the fine young voices
amid the glittering riot of colour:
"It is Spirit who makes Fire burn, Air blow and Water flow.
Worship Spirit!"
The thank you's after -
everyone passing on their praise to another.
But of course, it is natural;
all know they can make no claim
for a creation not their own.
The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away.
Give all back to our Dear Lord
the Source and Home of all!
and again:
at the beginning
the middle
and the end of every activity.
A day of running to keep up with You, Lord!
The children,
so beautiful in their indian costumes
the wee lasses so delighted in being beautiful
the lads strutting around in tunics and crowns
the parents absolutely glowing
watching their delights shine on stage.
Oh Lord
You are in the details
hear and obey your slightest whim
obey,
and even more space for the slightest detail...
A tweek here, a safety-pin there
Praise and encouragement for make-up and hair artists
(parents volunteers backstage)
all a delightful make-believe of a professional play.
Hear the coughs and ensure all had singlets or t-shirts
letting go of ideal costume
even the last T-shirt was just the right colour/size.
Oh Lord!
the fine young voices
amid the glittering riot of colour:
"It is Spirit who makes Fire burn, Air blow and Water flow.
Worship Spirit!"
The thank you's after -
everyone passing on their praise to another.
But of course, it is natural;
all know they can make no claim
for a creation not their own.
The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away.
Give all back to our Dear Lord
the Source and Home of all!
Kena Upanishad
Once upon a time, Spirit planned that the gods might win a great victory. The gods grew boastful; thou Spirit had planned their victory, they thought they had done it all.Spirit saw their vanity and appeared. they could not understand; they said: "Who is that mysterious person?"
They said to Fire: "Fire! Find out who is that mysterious person"
Fire ran to Spirit. Spirit asked what it was. Fire said: "I am Fire; known to all!"
Spirit asked: "What can you do?" Fire said: "I can burn anything and everything in this world."
"Burn it" said Spirit, putting a straw on the ground.
Fire threw itself upon the straw, but could not burn it.
Then Fire ran to the gods in a hurry and confessed it could not find out who was that mysterious person.
Then the gods asked Wind to find out who was that mysterious person.
Wind ran to Spirit and Spirit asked what it was. Wind said: "I am Wind; I am the King of the Air."
Spirit asked: "What can you do?" and Wind said; "I can blow away anything and everything in this world."
"Blow it away" said Spirit, putting a straw on the ground. Wind threw itself upon the straw, but could not move it. Then Wind ran to the gods in a hurry and confessed it could not find out who was that mysterious person.
Then the gods went to Light and asked it to find out who was that mysterious person. Light ran towards Spirit, but Spirit disappeared upon the instant.
Then appeared in the sky that pretty girl, the goddess of Wisdom. Light went to her and asked who was that mysterious person.
The goddess said: "Spirit, through Spirit you attained your greatness. Praise the greatness of Spirit." Then Light knew that the mysterious person was none but Spirit.
...
Spirit is the Good in all. It should be worshipped as the Good. He who knows this shall prevail against evil, enjoy the Kingdom of Heaven, yes, for ever enjoy the blessed Kingdom of Heaven.
They said to Fire: "Fire! Find out who is that mysterious person"
Fire ran to Spirit. Spirit asked what it was. Fire said: "I am Fire; known to all!"
Spirit asked: "What can you do?" Fire said: "I can burn anything and everything in this world."
"Burn it" said Spirit, putting a straw on the ground.
Fire threw itself upon the straw, but could not burn it.
Then Fire ran to the gods in a hurry and confessed it could not find out who was that mysterious person.
Then the gods asked Wind to find out who was that mysterious person.
Wind ran to Spirit and Spirit asked what it was. Wind said: "I am Wind; I am the King of the Air."
Spirit asked: "What can you do?" and Wind said; "I can blow away anything and everything in this world."
"Blow it away" said Spirit, putting a straw on the ground. Wind threw itself upon the straw, but could not move it. Then Wind ran to the gods in a hurry and confessed it could not find out who was that mysterious person.
Then the gods went to Light and asked it to find out who was that mysterious person. Light ran towards Spirit, but Spirit disappeared upon the instant.
Then appeared in the sky that pretty girl, the goddess of Wisdom. Light went to her and asked who was that mysterious person.
The goddess said: "Spirit, through Spirit you attained your greatness. Praise the greatness of Spirit." Then Light knew that the mysterious person was none but Spirit.
...
Spirit is the Good in all. It should be worshipped as the Good. He who knows this shall prevail against evil, enjoy the Kingdom of Heaven, yes, for ever enjoy the blessed Kingdom of Heaven.
May 29, 2011
A pox on yor language!
My priest keeps on suggesting we be joyful,
and I often scowl in my pew, thinking
it just ain't possible these days.
Then, after heartfelt petitioning to God,
it dawned
- laugh in the face of those self-criticisms,
and do something darn silly.
Mock the devil and his antics to try keep me down.
And it worked.
After a too-long sleep-in yesterday,
loped out like Caliban,
stuck-out chin, swinging arms and bandy legs,
and laughed in the face of all the housework to be done.
And it shifted!
Each time the cloud would try to settle,
I'd do something to laugh at it,
right in its face!
And so much got done.
Thanks be to God!
What next, dear Lord?
May 27, 2011
The Kingdom of God is within you
... Christ will come to you
and impart his consolation to you
if you prepare a worthy dwelling
for Him in your heart.
All true glory and beauty is within
and there He delights to dwell
He often visits the spiritual man
and hold sweet discourse with him
granting him refreshing grace
great peace
and friendship exceeding all expectation.
Come then, faithful soul,
prepare your heart
for your Divine Spouse
that He may deign to come to you
and dwell with you.
- dear Thomas a Kempis
consoles and encourages again...
But then I ask
how do I clean my heart now?
and petition Him
telling him of my trips and failures
"Lord,
I start the day
great expectations
great resolve
but this headache
how do I get over this speedbump?
Describe it:
the head fills
the body so heavy
mess and filth all around
the job started...
Finally,
at the end of the day
it is enough that the dishes are cleared
the room is tidied
and the head reels
at all that is undone
self-criticism pounds the head
the leg is sore, the eyes blur
and the heart a watery stone
So, prepare a place for Me.
You are the last I want to see!
so ashamed I have let you down
fall into temptation so quickly
so easily, so willingly.
It'a this thick head which descends
almost possible to move
to see, feel the silence, the loneliness.
Lord?
This is the block I can't move;
have many directions, many loose ends
neither the strength nor confidence to complete, start.
Like the blank page
needing a brilliant first line?
What is your response?
Just start, simple.
Write an outline, notes
then fill in between the lines...
Just write nonsense if need be
But do begin...
Fall still,
or wave your arms about
do something you know is silly
pull a face
laugh at the obstacle
and start
one line at a time
--- a cake is eaten
one mouthful at a time.
Break it into smaller parts
reward and encourage often.
(smile, it is getting better Lord)
So,
what shall we do when this block arises?
Stand still, remember Me
I come not to judge
but to commend.
I adore all stumbling steps to reach Me.
Know I stand with you
Sometimes I stand back
but let go and let Me.
You don't have to do anything
just remember Me
follow My guiding hand
Listen and obey.
and if I turn away?
Ah, don't judge
acknowledge, apologise even
but give no further attention
- I have already forgotten.
Return again
Still, whole, pure, perfect, complete.
I am waiting.
Ah, see, Here I Am!
Now, let's go
you and I
and conquer faltering hearts.
There is still time.
Relax
remap
let go all results
and follow Me.
And so I laugh in the face of temptation
my husband plays the guitar
my sons squirt waterguns
and it ain't so serious again.
Bless
Thank you Lord!
and impart his consolation to you
if you prepare a worthy dwelling
for Him in your heart.
All true glory and beauty is within
and there He delights to dwell
He often visits the spiritual man
and hold sweet discourse with him
granting him refreshing grace
great peace
and friendship exceeding all expectation.
Come then, faithful soul,
prepare your heart
for your Divine Spouse
that He may deign to come to you
and dwell with you.
- dear Thomas a Kempis
consoles and encourages again...
But then I ask
how do I clean my heart now?
and petition Him
telling him of my trips and failures
"Lord,
I start the day
great expectations
great resolve
but this headache
how do I get over this speedbump?
Describe it:
the head fills
the body so heavy
mess and filth all around
the job started...
Finally,
at the end of the day
it is enough that the dishes are cleared
the room is tidied
and the head reels
at all that is undone
self-criticism pounds the head
the leg is sore, the eyes blur
and the heart a watery stone
So, prepare a place for Me.
You are the last I want to see!
so ashamed I have let you down
fall into temptation so quickly
so easily, so willingly.
It'a this thick head which descends
almost possible to move
to see, feel the silence, the loneliness.
Lord?
This is the block I can't move;
have many directions, many loose ends
neither the strength nor confidence to complete, start.
Like the blank page
needing a brilliant first line?
What is your response?
Just start, simple.
Write an outline, notes
then fill in between the lines...
Just write nonsense if need be
But do begin...
Fall still,
or wave your arms about
do something you know is silly
pull a face
laugh at the obstacle
and start
one line at a time
--- a cake is eaten
one mouthful at a time.
Break it into smaller parts
reward and encourage often.
(smile, it is getting better Lord)
So,
what shall we do when this block arises?
Stand still, remember Me
I come not to judge
but to commend.
I adore all stumbling steps to reach Me.
Know I stand with you
Sometimes I stand back
but let go and let Me.
You don't have to do anything
just remember Me
follow My guiding hand
Listen and obey.
and if I turn away?
Ah, don't judge
acknowledge, apologise even
but give no further attention
- I have already forgotten.
Return again
Still, whole, pure, perfect, complete.
I am waiting.
Ah, see, Here I Am!
Now, let's go
you and I
and conquer faltering hearts.
There is still time.
Relax
remap
let go all results
and follow Me.
And so I laugh in the face of temptation
my husband plays the guitar
my sons squirt waterguns
and it ain't so serious again.
Bless
Thank you Lord!
When I say...
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.
When I say. "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow."
— Maya Angelou
AMEN
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.
When I say. "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow."
— Maya Angelou
AMEN
Amen. I return to Church again and again, not because I am good, but because I need help... and Jesus overwhelms me with love, when I feel I least deserve it... other times I return with gratitude, other times with a lukewarm heart, even s...ometimes with complete indifference. He never lets me approach Him with pride, or knowing. Only simple obedience will do, and the love grows from there. Then in gratitude, what else can I do but serve Him? In whatever He places before me. Be it a child, a dirty pot, a stranger, or a task. Thanks be to God
May 25, 2011
Mother and Son...
Share a moment with my 12-year-old son with you.
He and I had a lovely day, we trained home, it was late, and we were tired. We got in the car, and I asked him to take his feet off the seats, he complained, and wouldn't. It escalated, so I pulled over, so he could open the door and untangle himself from his bag, amid loud tantrum wailings. I decided an apology for rudeness was in order (probably the mistake) and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, it was getting dark, no apology forthcoming, so we drove home, and I hotly suggested (sigh) that he go to his room until he's ready to apologise. So he took off. The younger son upset, went to his room - I don't like it when you fight...
What now? Many uncharitable thoughts of locking him out, bed without dinner, etc. ran through the mind as the time ticked away, self-justification, etc. All escalation, not resolution. What would I do when he returns? Decided to unlock the door and ignore him, show him how running away wasn't going to affect me.
Lord, what would you do? Darn it, as I prepared bosyenberry toasties (he won't get any of these!), He reminded me of the prodigal son and his father. Maybe the prodigal and his father were always clashing and it seemed like the only solution at the time. Many run away, and think no-one cares, not realising parents are angry, but also pacing the house, waiting.
The father welcomed the prodigal home, showered affection and relief on him... Lord, I can't do that! He'll think he can do that again to manipulate me...
Just try. As an experiment.
So, when the front door opened quietly, I walked to the door, and gave him a hug (not open-heartedly, but it was a hug). Told him (oh how gently the words came out(!)) how worried I was (leaving out the revengeful thoughts), and so glad that he was home, wondering if he'd been hurt, not knowing where he was. Tears filled his eyes, said he'd walked to the shops, got as far as the Auld's place (about 1km). (Inside, I was shocked, I thought he was sitting coatless out in the orchard, not walking down the open country road in the dark with no footpaths!) No mention was made of the earlier fight, just held him a little longer. Then said I was making special boysenberry toasties, yes, he would like some, and he meekly sat at the table. Younger brother came over to me and I whispered I was giving his brother a treat. He asked if he could too, and picked out his favourite chocolate biscuits (three!) from the tin, and only had a plain biscuit himself....!
Submission to the Lord's whim
- instead of continued shouting and further punishments,
a blossoming of the sweetest surprising love in us all...
And a little later, duirng washing up, he quietly stood beside me and said sorry, he probably didn't have to make an argument of it... All that was needed was an understanding arm round the shoulder, and he set up his homework on the dining room table.
Just wanted to share - the magic of what seems like an impossible request from the Lord....
He and I had a lovely day, we trained home, it was late, and we were tired. We got in the car, and I asked him to take his feet off the seats, he complained, and wouldn't. It escalated, so I pulled over, so he could open the door and untangle himself from his bag, amid loud tantrum wailings. I decided an apology for rudeness was in order (probably the mistake) and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, it was getting dark, no apology forthcoming, so we drove home, and I hotly suggested (sigh) that he go to his room until he's ready to apologise. So he took off. The younger son upset, went to his room - I don't like it when you fight...
What now? Many uncharitable thoughts of locking him out, bed without dinner, etc. ran through the mind as the time ticked away, self-justification, etc. All escalation, not resolution. What would I do when he returns? Decided to unlock the door and ignore him, show him how running away wasn't going to affect me.
Lord, what would you do? Darn it, as I prepared bosyenberry toasties (he won't get any of these!), He reminded me of the prodigal son and his father. Maybe the prodigal and his father were always clashing and it seemed like the only solution at the time. Many run away, and think no-one cares, not realising parents are angry, but also pacing the house, waiting.
The father welcomed the prodigal home, showered affection and relief on him... Lord, I can't do that! He'll think he can do that again to manipulate me...
Just try. As an experiment.
So, when the front door opened quietly, I walked to the door, and gave him a hug (not open-heartedly, but it was a hug). Told him (oh how gently the words came out(!)) how worried I was (leaving out the revengeful thoughts), and so glad that he was home, wondering if he'd been hurt, not knowing where he was. Tears filled his eyes, said he'd walked to the shops, got as far as the Auld's place (about 1km). (Inside, I was shocked, I thought he was sitting coatless out in the orchard, not walking down the open country road in the dark with no footpaths!) No mention was made of the earlier fight, just held him a little longer. Then said I was making special boysenberry toasties, yes, he would like some, and he meekly sat at the table. Younger brother came over to me and I whispered I was giving his brother a treat. He asked if he could too, and picked out his favourite chocolate biscuits (three!) from the tin, and only had a plain biscuit himself....!
Submission to the Lord's whim
- instead of continued shouting and further punishments,
a blossoming of the sweetest surprising love in us all...
And a little later, duirng washing up, he quietly stood beside me and said sorry, he probably didn't have to make an argument of it... All that was needed was an understanding arm round the shoulder, and he set up his homework on the dining room table.
Just wanted to share - the magic of what seems like an impossible request from the Lord....
May 24, 2011
Bobby McFerrin and Mozart
Watching Bobby McFerrin,
Master of one, master of all.
Love one another as I have loved you...
In love, with love, through love
he blossoms love in all
music an intimate conversation
how he shines when someone will
let go
play with him...
May 22, 2011
Bobby McFerrin Improvisations
I love it when this happens, the audience/choir willing to trust and follow....
The jovial light shines!
"We miss you..."
Who is "We" that misses me?
Who is my Counsellor now?
Who will sit still and listen
sort the chaff and the grain?
to find the kernel of Truth
and the feeble effort to stay sane?
Find Me in the least of thy duties
Simple steps, giant strides I will take
to find you and bring you home.
Is it again pride, Lord?
which keeps me separate?
O Lord, help me.
I used to be so full of confidence
of love and life
music, drama, dance, motherhood,
serving You daily
in everything
hearing You often
in the least
in the stillness
in the delight...
What has changed?
I remember the self-delight
"I know better,
see how I sit still first
before I pray?
can sit and feel God all around
and I was special.
Child,
you are special to Me
as everyone is
I delighted in your swooning.
Child,
come to Me
closer now, full in My Face
I Am is here, now.
Show no mercy to inferior thought
See Me, now.
I Am Here, now.
Let no disbelief enter
It is the enemy
snatching you away
into the darkness still.
I Am Here now
That is All
filling every crevis
every ravine.
There is no hiding now
There is no turning away.
See Me
See My Face
Full authority
full meekness
Tenderness divine
I will have no other
You are mine.
I will let no-one snatch you away
I will have you alone
in all your meekness and shame
I will enfold you in My Arms
kiss away all doubt
that I Love you all ways.
You are mine
and that is all.
You are a victim of My Love.
Lord? May I speak?
Is not this Mr Rochester
and I his simple Jane
a myth I have lived under...
Child,
there is truth everywhere
his hurt is My hurt
his rough love is My Love
put aside the idol and see Me
the essence of the kernel
the hurt, the shame,
the love, the same.
Let Me be
and come home.
In the least of thy duties
find Me.
Measure out the day (gently)
to the fullest possible extent
Serve Me (but I fall short!)
I will accept all
and grace all with My Mother's kiss.
All will be well
and all will be well
and all shall be good.
Rest in Peace
in My Love and Adoration
yes, for you,
My speck of creation.
I fashioned you
from my finest linen
I cherished you
watched you grow
to fine womanhood
now you are my mother
to cherish my children
with My Love.
Chickadee, My love
My wife,
settle at My Side
and serve My family.
I am waiting
Fresh, pure, complete.
Are you ready?
(Nearly)
Go.
Who is "We" that misses me?
Who is my Counsellor now?
Who will sit still and listen
sort the chaff and the grain?
to find the kernel of Truth
and the feeble effort to stay sane?
Find Me in the least of thy duties
Simple steps, giant strides I will take
to find you and bring you home.
Is it again pride, Lord?
which keeps me separate?
O Lord, help me.
I used to be so full of confidence
of love and life
music, drama, dance, motherhood,
serving You daily
in everything
hearing You often
in the least
in the stillness
in the delight...
What has changed?
I remember the self-delight
"I know better,
see how I sit still first
before I pray?
can sit and feel God all around
and I was special.
Child,
you are special to Me
as everyone is
I delighted in your swooning.
Child,
come to Me
closer now, full in My Face
I Am is here, now.
Show no mercy to inferior thought
See Me, now.
I Am Here, now.
Let no disbelief enter
It is the enemy
snatching you away
into the darkness still.
I Am Here now
That is All
filling every crevis
every ravine.
There is no hiding now
There is no turning away.
See Me
See My Face
Full authority
full meekness
Tenderness divine
I will have no other
You are mine.
I will let no-one snatch you away
I will have you alone
in all your meekness and shame
I will enfold you in My Arms
kiss away all doubt
that I Love you all ways.
You are mine
and that is all.
You are a victim of My Love.
Lord? May I speak?
Is not this Mr Rochester
and I his simple Jane
a myth I have lived under...
Child,
there is truth everywhere
his hurt is My hurt
his rough love is My Love
put aside the idol and see Me
the essence of the kernel
the hurt, the shame,
the love, the same.
Let Me be
and come home.
In the least of thy duties
find Me.
Measure out the day (gently)
to the fullest possible extent
Serve Me (but I fall short!)
I will accept all
and grace all with My Mother's kiss.
All will be well
and all will be well
and all shall be good.
Rest in Peace
in My Love and Adoration
yes, for you,
My speck of creation.
I fashioned you
from my finest linen
I cherished you
watched you grow
to fine womanhood
now you are my mother
to cherish my children
with My Love.
Chickadee, My love
My wife,
settle at My Side
and serve My family.
I am waiting
Fresh, pure, complete.
Are you ready?
(Nearly)
Go.
Dear Lord
He who stands still to listen
who puts aside, sits still, to listen
who sifts the chaff from the kernel
turns silver to gold,
Blessed Lord!
who has even been with me on my darkest shame,
to find the kernel of truth and feeble effort
in the struggle to stay sane.
I petition you Lord!
Help me put an end to this lethargy!
Come home to Me, mother,
put it off no longer,
see Me in the least of My duties
find us, safe, and come home
We are waiting
We miss you.
Amen
He who stands still to listen
who puts aside, sits still, to listen
who sifts the chaff from the kernel
turns silver to gold,
Blessed Lord!
who has even been with me on my darkest shame,
to find the kernel of truth and feeble effort
in the struggle to stay sane.
I petition you Lord!
Help me put an end to this lethargy!
Come home to Me, mother,
put it off no longer,
see Me in the least of My duties
find us, safe, and come home
We are waiting
We miss you.
Amen
Contentment...
It must learn to be content with little,
to take pleasure in simple things
and not to complain
at any hardship
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
to take pleasure in simple things
and not to complain
at any hardship
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
Meditation in a Toolshed - CS Lewis
I was standing today in the dark toolshed.
The sun was shining outside and through the crack at the top of the door there came a sunbeam. From where I stood that beam of light, with its specks of dust floating in it, ws the the most striking thing in the place. Everything else was almost pitch-black. I was seeing the beam, not seeing things by it.
Then I moved, so that the beam fell on my eyes. Instantly the whole previous pciture vanished. I saw no toolshed, and (above all) no beam. Instead I saw, framed in the irregular cranny at the top of the door, green leaves moving on the branches of a tree outside and beyond that, ninety-odd million miles away, the sun.
Looking along the beam, and looking at the beam, are very different experiences.
CS Lewis Planet Narnia
by Michael Ward
The sun was shining outside and through the crack at the top of the door there came a sunbeam. From where I stood that beam of light, with its specks of dust floating in it, ws the the most striking thing in the place. Everything else was almost pitch-black. I was seeing the beam, not seeing things by it.
Looking along the beam, and looking at the beam, are very different experiences.
CS Lewis Planet Narnia
by Michael Ward
Good endeavour
Oh, if you could only know how great a joy for your fellows your good endeavour would win, you would have greater care for your spiritual progress.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
Lukewarm...
When a man grows dull and lukewarm in spirit, even the smallest of labour distresses him, and he eagerly welcomes any worldly comfort (the pantry!) But when he begins to overcome self and advance manfully in God's way, then he regards as nothing those labours which he previously found so burdensome...
... the man who turns himself wholy to God loses his sloth and becomes transformed into a new creature
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
... the man who turns himself wholy to God loses his sloth and becomes transformed into a new creature
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
Banish discouragement
Banish discouragement from your heart as best you can, and if trouble comes, never let it depress you, or hinder you for long. At least bear it bravely if you cannot bear it cheerfully. Even if you are reluctant to bear it, and feel indignant, yet control yourself, and let no rash words escape you that may harm Christ's little ones. The violence of your feelings will soon subside, and grace return to heal your inner pain. "I live," says the Lord, "ready to help and comfort you more than ever, if you will trust Me, and call on Me with devotion."
Be of good heart, and steel yourself to endure greater trials. All is not lost, however often you feel tempted or sorely troubled. You are a (wo)man, not God; you are human, not an angel. How can you expect to remain always in a constant state of virtue, when this was not possible even for an angel of Heaven, nor for the first (wo)man in the Garden?
I am He who grants healing and comfort to those in distress, and I raise up to My Divinity, those who acknowledge their weaknesses.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
Be of good heart, and steel yourself to endure greater trials. All is not lost, however often you feel tempted or sorely troubled. You are a (wo)man, not God; you are human, not an angel. How can you expect to remain always in a constant state of virtue, when this was not possible even for an angel of Heaven, nor for the first (wo)man in the Garden?
I am He who grants healing and comfort to those in distress, and I raise up to My Divinity, those who acknowledge their weaknesses.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
Avoid public gatherings as much as possible,
... for the discussion of worldly affairs becomes a great hindrance, even though it be with the best of intentions, for we are quickly corrupted and ensnared by vanity. Often I wish I had remained silent, and had not been among men...
The reason we are so fond of talking with each other is that we think to find consolation in this manner, and to refresh a heart wearied with many cares...
Alas, however, all of this is often to no purpose, for this outward consolation is no small obstacle to inner and diviine consolation.
We must watch and pray, that our time may not be spent fruitlessly.
When it is right and proper to speak, speak to edify.
Evil habits and neglect of spiritual progress are the main cause of our failure to guard the tongue.
But devout conversation on spiritual matters greatly furthers our spiritual progress, especially with those who are heart and soul with us in the service of God.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
The reason we are so fond of talking with each other is that we think to find consolation in this manner, and to refresh a heart wearied with many cares...
Alas, however, all of this is often to no purpose, for this outward consolation is no small obstacle to inner and diviine consolation.
We must watch and pray, that our time may not be spent fruitlessly.
When it is right and proper to speak, speak to edify.
Evil habits and neglect of spiritual progress are the main cause of our failure to guard the tongue.
But devout conversation on spiritual matters greatly furthers our spiritual progress, especially with those who are heart and soul with us in the service of God.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
Thomas a Kempis
A true understanding and humble estimate of oneself is the higest and most valuable of all lessons.
To take no account of oneself, but always to think well and highly of others is the highest wisdom and perfection.
Should you see another person openly doing evil, or carrying out a wicked purpose, do not on that account consider yourself better than him, for you cannot tell how long you will remain in a state of grace.
We are all frail; consider none more frail than yourself.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
To take no account of oneself, but always to think well and highly of others is the highest wisdom and perfection.
Should you see another person openly doing evil, or carrying out a wicked purpose, do not on that account consider yourself better than him, for you cannot tell how long you will remain in a state of grace.
We are all frail; consider none more frail than yourself.
- Thomas a Kempis
The Inner Life
May 2, 2011
All the world's a stage...
Quite a grouping of actors parade across our international stage:
Osama and Obama headline again
Osama, who inspires murder of millions with terrorist actions
Obama, whose ok with murder of millions through planned parenting policies
A fake picture of Osama's mutilated face
A royal wedding
A beatification of a beloved Pope
whose successor spent a brotherly time
with the Church of England
and the Monarch
to celebrate the sainthood of a convert.
Meanwhile, natural disasters
Osama and Obama headline again
Osama, who inspires murder of millions with terrorist actions
A fake picture of Osama's mutilated face
A royal wedding
with the ghost of the Queen of Hearts...
whose funeral overshadowed the death of a saint
A beatification of a beloved Pope
with the Church of England
Meanwhile, natural disasters
and war
are everyday news.
Lord Jesus Christ
Mother Mary
and all the saints
Pray for us!
What have they done!
I turn to Mother Church
and she soothes with wise counsel:
"Osama bin Laden
as we know,
bore the most serious responsibility of
spreading hate among populations
causing the deaths of unnumerable people,
and manipulating religions for this purpose.
"In the face of a man's death
a Christian never rejoices,
but reflects on the serious responsibilities
of each person before God and before men,
and hopes and works so that
every event may be the occasion
for the further growth of peace
and not hatred."
and she soothes with wise counsel:
"Osama bin Laden
as we know,
bore the most serious responsibility of
spreading hate among populations
causing the deaths of unnumerable people,
and manipulating religions for this purpose.
"In the face of a man's death
a Christian never rejoices,
but reflects on the serious responsibilities
of each person before God and before men,
and hopes and works so that
every event may be the occasion
for the further growth of peace
and not hatred."
Apr 16, 2011
1st Sorrowful Mystery
How scared You were, Lord!
Shuddering, sweating, pleading it not be so!
The only glimmer of hope is that
Judas will realise his mistake, repent, return anew.
Here he comes now, quietly, slowly,
emerging from the dark.
I cannot see his face.
O Lord, be it not so!
The touch of his warm breath, the brush of his lips,
they tore my heart in two.
He will not look at me!
"You betray me... with a kiss!!??"
Astounded.
His startled glance met my steady gaze
but he pulled away, head down,
and ran into the dark.
O Father, he is lost!
O Father, my friend....
Confusion erupts around me,
shouting, flames, flashing armour.
Peter is wildly swinging that darn sword.
Dear fisherman, he hasn't an ounce of skill!
A clumsy swing slashes a guard's ear.
O Father I am sorry!
And I stretch out my hand, pick up the ear,
put it back in place,
to heal the mistake.
Our eyes meet - he looks so afraid, Father!
Confused, falters, but he has a job to do
and grabs my hand, his blood still wet.
Back at camp,
Mother is waiting, praying,
hears the shouting, the running.
Silently she sits, tears pouring down her face.
It has begun.
Shuddering, sweating, pleading it not be so!
The only glimmer of hope is that
Judas will realise his mistake, repent, return anew.
Here he comes now, quietly, slowly,
emerging from the dark.
I cannot see his face.
O Lord, be it not so!
The touch of his warm breath, the brush of his lips,
they tore my heart in two.
He will not look at me!
"You betray me... with a kiss!!??"
Astounded.
His startled glance met my steady gaze
but he pulled away, head down,
and ran into the dark.
O Father, he is lost!
O Father, my friend....
Confusion erupts around me,
shouting, flames, flashing armour.
Peter is wildly swinging that darn sword.
Dear fisherman, he hasn't an ounce of skill!
A clumsy swing slashes a guard's ear.
O Father I am sorry!
And I stretch out my hand, pick up the ear,
put it back in place,
to heal the mistake.
Our eyes meet - he looks so afraid, Father!
Confused, falters, but he has a job to do
and grabs my hand, his blood still wet.
Back at camp,
Mother is waiting, praying,
hears the shouting, the running.
Silently she sits, tears pouring down her face.
It has begun.
Apr 4, 2011
Make your own mind up...
Still writing gut-wrenching honest songs... persevere with the interview - the song is worth it.
I've been watching this man since his early years in From Scratch, Blam Blam Blam, to The Front Lawn, The Muttonbirds, and now as soloist encouraging young talent by performing with them and showcasing them in his concerts. A New Zealand Icon!
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 15, 2011
Who am I writing for?
And again, like when a child writing in my diaries, I realise I am writing to an older version of myself.
I re-vist these posts, and my words draw me back into the simplicity of the historic self.
God bless you Anita the younger, from Anita the older... you have inspired me again.
I re-vist these posts, and my words draw me back into the simplicity of the historic self.
God bless you Anita the younger, from Anita the older... you have inspired me again.
Feb 21, 2011
I Love You
When helpless to help
to change, to relieve
all I have been able to do
is give Your Love, Lord
in Your simple words
I Love You
that you have whispered to me
so often.
To a friend deep in the despair of betrayal
Her husband has left her
Her sons are rebelling.
In the depths of a hug
I whispered Your Words
"I Love You"
She melted deeper.
No more needed to be said.
She joined the group later
refreshed and quiet.
A stranger after church
in the midst of the tea-time crowd
She'd a recent diagnosis of breast cancer
her children tucked close beside her
May I give a hug?
the Hug said the words
I Love You,
she melted deeper
no embarrassment, no awqwardness
No more needed to be said.
A cousin, at her step-father's funeral
again, the open arms
the sink deep hug
whispers of Love
remind us again of our childhood friendship
our tears flowed,
then cleared
faces fresh and clean.
To my mother-in-law
soft words of Love
As she staggered for tiredness
as we wait for nurses busy with lunch
to take her back to bed.
An intent stare, a glow
and sunk deep into sleep
To a man
sitting waiting, waiting, waiting,
for his Asian wife and toddler baby,
in a squalid rest-home
bewildered in his altzeimas.
Love expressed by giving my other hand
and staying
when he grasped mine
to keep me there just a little longer.
Oh Lord
Your Love is stronger than anything else I've known
and giving it seems so foolish
but oh so right...
to change, to relieve
all I have been able to do
is give Your Love, Lord
in Your simple words
I Love You
that you have whispered to me
so often.
To a friend deep in the despair of betrayal
Her husband has left her
Her sons are rebelling.
In the depths of a hug
I whispered Your Words
"I Love You"
She melted deeper.
No more needed to be said.
She joined the group later
refreshed and quiet.
A stranger after church
in the midst of the tea-time crowd
She'd a recent diagnosis of breast cancer
her children tucked close beside her
May I give a hug?
the Hug said the words
I Love You,
she melted deeper
no embarrassment, no awqwardness
No more needed to be said.
A cousin, at her step-father's funeral
again, the open arms
the sink deep hug
whispers of Love
remind us again of our childhood friendship
our tears flowed,
then cleared
faces fresh and clean.
To my mother-in-law
soft words of Love
As she staggered for tiredness
as we wait for nurses busy with lunch
to take her back to bed.
An intent stare, a glow
and sunk deep into sleep
To a man
sitting waiting, waiting, waiting,
for his Asian wife and toddler baby,
in a squalid rest-home
bewildered in his altzeimas.
Love expressed by giving my other hand
and staying
when he grasped mine
to keep me there just a little longer.
Oh Lord
Your Love is stronger than anything else I've known
and giving it seems so foolish
but oh so right...
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 12, 2011
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