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Soul’s memory

November 5, 2017

Its memory long and deep, remembrance of things past abuses done when it was innocent; physical, mental, sexual, actions also committed the cycle continued, in a dark inner room hidden shivering in its dread of pain received and agony delivered awaiting it’s judgment feared. Crying out in its pain not understanding the why of it… Read More ›

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Some Poetic Musings on Life

Too soon When young and healthy the world is ours, our bodies sleek, or if not at least strong, if not that, we still have years to look forward to, death something far off not to be thought off. Yet the years speed by and soon, too soon, we find ourselves among the middle aged… Read More ›

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Good Friday

Long the journey was not from Pilates chair of judgment to the place of the skull, the pain endured however beyond human knowing, body torn with lashes, head deeply wounded by sharp thorns, blood pouring into his eyes, face beaten black and blue beyond recognition, the continued jeering mocking, being spit upon, the soul shattering… Read More ›

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Holy Thursday: The Garden

Alone in the garden leaning upon a rock, his followers asleep not understanding what was coming, the shivering in fear the sweating of blood caused by the depth of anxiety, the prayer of surrender “not my will but yours be done”; the kiss of betrayal done in mockery, “hail Rabbi”; the fleeing of the apostles,… Read More ›

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Wednesday of Holy Week

Did Jesus understand, did he know the fate, just around the corner stalking him, he was fully human after all, true the Word, yet he did grow in wisdom and knowledge. From what he said the answer seems to be yes, so the day before it began perhaps his soul was already sweating blood long… Read More ›

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Tuesday of Holy Week

There is an inner coldness, A deep emptiness that comes upon me this time of the year, Perhaps it is the radiating darkness From the occupied tomb of Holy Saturday, An ending known, The ending of us all A tomb waiting after our own passion, Ending in the bleakness of death. Beyond that day of… Read More ›

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Soul’s memory

Its memory long and deep, remembrance of things past abuses done when it was innocent; physical, mental, sexual, actions also committed the cycle continued, in a dark inner room hidden shivering in its dread of pain received and agony delivered awaiting it’s judgment feared. Crying out in its pain not understanding the why of it… Read More ›

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Love makes us all children

We are all a ‘thou’ in God’s eyes, we are God’s ’thou’ and the Eternal is ours. This relationship is often hidden, yet I have slowly come to the realization, or perhaps I am at the beginning of this, that God is closer to us than our own soul revealed as love, keeping us each… Read More ›

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Fear does not work

When young I was taught about sin, a mark on the soul, a stain, perhaps leading to death separation from God for all eternity. Confession, a way to placate a deity angry, always watching; my image of God at that young age was of a being with millions of eyes attached to long tentacles watching… Read More ›

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All places

Is one moment better than another, another place holier than the one I am in, is there one occupation where God is found, or there others less so; this day, that place, are there some where God is more present, others where he is not? We need perhaps places that are holy, yet for God… Read More ›

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