Sunday, September 13, 2015

9/6/15 through 9/12/15

9/6/15 through 9/12/15

Ephphatha spoken by the King
Made sounds in quiet ears to ring
It's true!  He can do anything.
He even makes the silent sing.

What joy to now communicate
Without the need of chalk and slate
With spoken word elucidate
And thirsty souls rejuvinate.

When life itself is trumped by pride
The wickedness grows well inside
They'd rather curse and reprimand
Than see the cure of withered hand.

Have we ourselves not fallen prey
To prideful thinking of the day,
Devaluing the gift of life,
Forsaking vows of man and wife?

Sinless Mary came to birth
The dawn of hope for sinful earth
For through her holy child of light
The Son of God would end the night.

Blessed poverty, spiritual gift
To God, our pains and troubles we lift
Only when trusting He's given us all
Are we free to abandon and answer His call.

Mary, Mary, pure and bright
Constant source of joy and light
Bring your charm to every room
Dispel the darkness, chase the gloom.

Follow in your patron's way
And seek His will for every day
Put on the dress of holy one
Be kind and meek, with blessing tongue.

When troubled by a daily trial
Just sit with Him and rest a while
There you'll find a love so deep
He cares for loved ones as they sleep.

And as you travel down life's road
No matter what the heavy load
Be sure to listen for His voice
To help you make a proper choice.

Pursuing truth, I find on the way
Faults in my deeds, and things that I say.
I find them at first, as a splinter you see
In the eye of some other, but surely, not me.

In quiet reflection, my time of great peace,
Talking to Him, I advise without cease.
When finally stopping a moment to thank,
I find that my eye has been filled with a plank.

Reflecting on the day's events
The mind looks back, and heart repents
Failures lead to bitter sorrow
Hope is for a better morrow.

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