11/6/22 Through 11/12/22
Sunday
I'm searching for the joy I've seen
In saints who suffer well
My trials have quite a burden been
To all of those I tell.
Surrender seems a sticking point
But otherwise, I say
Corrosion in another joint
Is just the elder's way.
The seven sons met scourges well
And offered all as none
And still today their stories tell
How they reflect the Son.
Somehow, it's true, I've not obtained
The will to suffer well
Perhaps I never truly gained
The faith of which I sell.
No matter what we have below
A little or a lot
It's hard to give it all to go
Where bones will never rot.
Monday
Woe you who lead the young astray,
Encourage evil on the way
Or hold a grudge, forgiving not
Rejecting good the Master taught
Better be cast amid the sea
With heavy millstone tied to thee
Than lead these little ones astray
Or teach what's wrong as right today
For tender hearts we must train well
And of the truth and beauty tell
Then counsel to the traps beware
And guide them from the evil fare
Tuesday
When done, the things obliged to do
Is when the work will profit you
If only obligations met
You've done no more than pay your debt.
Wednesday
Mother church of all the earth
It's here the faith was given birth
In public forum, undisturbed
Without enthusiasm curbed
For centuries among the dead
Is where the Holy Mass was said
But now in blessed light of day
Could Christian voices sing and pray.
Intolerant the days before
But now permitted to adore
Our blessed Lord exalted high
Without the fear of lurking spy.
Thursday
From slavery has man been freed
In word or thought or evil deed
A freedom comes involving joy
If we, His holy word employ
The Kingdom's here before our eyes
But evil puts it in disguise.
What's right before us points the way
If we, His holy word obey.
The trick that Satan uses well
Is smoke that clouds from burning hell.
Enticing man to doubt what's good
Ignoring One they nailed to wood.
The law is how the slave is freed
It tempers avarice and greed
It calls to love both God and man
In His divinely ordered plan.
Jesus made us truly free
When nailed upon the rugged tree
He begged forgiveness for our sin
That we could someday enter in.
To Paradise, where love's the rule
No longer tricked, or made the fool
Where One in love and truth shall reign
And all for man is none but gain.
Friday
Be ready for the final day.
In every situation, pray.
Don't be waiting unprepared
With empty heart and running scared
The day will come when none will know
With daily chores all doing so
And how surprised we all shall be
When face of purest love we see
No place to run, no place to hide
Stripped and naked, horrified
Our every sin at once made known
And clearly filth within is shown
For all my avarice and greed,
Impurity of thought and deed,
Pride in all the wealth received,
There's none but mercy left to plead.
Saturday
Persistent. perseverent prayer
Will make the lowly soul aware
How much depends on God alone
And how our faith, in time has grown.
By learning to accept His will
Or waiting patiently until
We see His hand in that received
And understand what He conceived.
It's often I have thanked Him for
Not giving what I asked Him for
But giving more in ways unseen
Until reflecting on the scene
In looking back, each trial faced
I should have simply just embraced
For in His plan was more for me
Then temporal eyes could ever see.
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