And the world waits... We wait in anticipation , in hope, in humble expectation of what is to come. We wait in final preparations for that which has been promised to us. For the past forty days we fasted, and sought, prayed and offered up, ridding our souls of everything that kept us bound. And then the great Tridiuum- where we layed everything down, allowing Him to wash our feet, çleansing us of anything and everything that might seperate us from him. Friday he leaves us with a new commandment, 'love them as I have loved you ,' as our Saviour hung on two wooden beams. Love was his driving force . It wasn't because of who you are, who you aren't, what you've done, or what you haven't done. He didn't do it bc of what we have or own, or what we don't have. It was pure and simple, he did it out of his love for us. While we were sinners. He isn't impressed by how much money we make or how many cars we own- he's interested in the salvation of o...
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Jesus died for us and the whole earth rumbled. Now the earth—and we—are silent. The challenge is to recognize our fear today. We are human. We will die. We do not know what will happen after that. But we also know that Jesus was human. Jesus died. And, he rose from the dead. Too often we forget that fact.
Cancer- I hate the word. It is one of the worst and most common worldwide, pandemics. Most people have been affected by this terrible illness personally in some way. The first encounter I had with this horrid disease was at age three. My great grandmother- colon cancer. I had no idea just how close to home this home wrecking burden would come. Feb 1996 my grandfather is diagnosed with stage four bone cancer. June 24, 1996 he is called home at 57. November 1998- my five year old Godbrother passes after having over fourteen brain surgeries since the day he was born , trying to remove numerous brain tumors. June 1997- grandmother has a mastectomy to try and remove cancer found in right breast August 1997- mom diagnosed with breast cancer May 2009- best friend's dad passes due to cancer -92 June 2010- friend's dad diagnosed with cancer in shoulder. Still in treatment to this day . Has been in and out of remission for years. May 2015- FrHarris , my parish pr...
When your breaths all become labored sighs years seem to be flashing before your eyes When the ocean of tears has no end in sight The weight so heavy It's burying you alive Questions come and questions go Pain can be like a long tunnel underground... Amidst a tundra of darkness In a land unknown Let not your heart be troubled In me you'll always find, The strength has woven us Together Love conquers all, Yes, Even time Though the vision seems blurred Can't see why you're still here keep your head up This too will heal It soon shall pass, Courage shall replace The hurt and the heartache The sadness and pain Let not your heart be troubled In me you'll always find The strength has woven us Together Love conquers all, Yes, Even time It is the struggles that unite us Our humanity, weaknesses and doubts Our need for one another, To be lifted up when we are about to drown Let not your heart be troubled In me you'll always find ...
Nightfall shades have come dow n silence of night engulfs this town Dawn arrives two hours behind I sit in bed trembling, watching hours pass me by Lightning strikes hits the same place twice the hues of thoughts prayers, offered up a wandering soul finds the light Hours fly like birds in formation seeking shelter from the cold nights Our tears mark the trail, the way we shall take tear stained paths all conjoining tied together like ribbons brought together by suffering Lightning strikes hits the same place twice the hues of thoughts prayers, offered up a wandering soul finds the light Searching, we're all searching Hoping someday we might find, the missing note in our opera the sonnet's ending rhyme Lightning strikes hits the same place twice the hues of thoughts prayers, offered up a wandering soul
Lilac Memories Life and death Such a fine line Dying to take those few breaths Wishing you could turn back time The frailty of this life What do you do when all you can do is wait Hoping the inevitable never comes Praying for another day It's killing me, Each minute brings me closer to my going insane A heart cut open and bleeding Trying to bargain with fate I didn't want this day to ever come Hoped the nightmare wouldn't ever arrive Now helplessness is the hour hand In this race against time Minute by minute, I sit here waiting for something , A breath .... the smallest sign Like the scent arising from lilacs, every single spring So will the mourning from my broken soul rise and sing Stories of love Stories of loss Lavender memories How strange that death should sing Ascending with the sweet fragrance Of life's delicate blooming and the confounding prick of this eternal sleep Of lilac memories
Love is...
Love is an act of faith It calls for hope and patience It's a tranformation Humility without question tt sustains you and will make you shine like the sun through overcast skies It's realizing there's more to life then about whose wrong' or about whose right Allowing the silence to settle in Letting prayers rise waiting in confident silence While you lift up your eyes And recongnize Love is an act of faith beneath it all Beauty quietly lyes
Beauty of the Moment Life is a challenge. It can be exhausting as we head down the tumultuous path that hopefully will someday lead us to happiness. Routines get old, pretty soon we lose sight of what’s true. It’s like riding a carousel, the more it goes around and around, the more things seem to blend together into one big blur. The flashing lights of the ride persuading you to get on, the children running up and down the middle of the ride, anxiously choosing which horse they will choose.Just for a moment childhood's sheer delicacy- Innocence. The wonder of living each day in eager expectation of what it will bring. The beauty found in every single moment of our lives, treasuring the very air we breathe for, “who says we have been promised tomorrow?” Our time here is short, for it is like a speck of dust in the sands of time, and gone in the simple wink of an eye. Have you ever watched a home movie or looked at old photos, and felt the exact s...
More than a few times I've been asked what my exactly inspired my writing . As much as I hate to admit it, my writings are birthed from the daily battles I face with my health . Most are about my inner wars in self acceptance and embracing my cross instead of dragging it around. The past two entries were in response to this:
Blank pages fill your book oh but let your fingers do the reading heart reads what eyes don't see ears hear what sight denies gentle winds breathe life hallelujahs sung within our troubled souls Rise.... Rooted in humility courage meets strength when both are confronted by change Echoes of the each and every victory that will come to be in time silently proclaimed with every new morning yet, hidden within the confines of every soul our truths will sing loudly perched upon the wings of faith
Days, they blend together like watercolor on a palette Sunsets, dissolve like tears into the sunrise Get up, you tell yourself the day, it dances round you like a rose bush encircling thorns poke at your wounds stained reminders of everything that stings My heart, it hurts, and like land from drought filled days... parched and dry, it thirsts I may be broken and hurting, but I know my worth You can't hide the stake knife, when your hands are covered In red Days, they blend together like watercolor on a palette Sunsets, dissolve like tears into the sunrise Stars, so many, countless thoughts not worth much more than a penny, stars shine, dreams outlive our worries and fears burning words into the another borrowed night life's daybreak is overcome by the soft glow of a quickly approaching twilight
there’s a deafening silence so loud I can’t hear myself think echoing down these empty hallways the blank white covers walls of memories When pain becomes so familiar It’s forever knocking at your door loneliness has become your best company See there once was a story unfolding like footprints covered by the ocean’s tide beneath it time kept flowing but never seen on either side This silence can get so loud It’s enough to drive a crazy man wild memories can seem so alive this life in the past can make you blind When your favorite guest is an empty chair best listener a ghost you don’t even know is there It’s like an open wound that won’t stop bleeding Hope drowned out by bloody despair because when the sun comes up at three am you find comfort costumed as agony the best harmonies are heard in the sound of tears you’ve cried Fear becomes the songs reprise See there once was a story unfolding like footprints covered by the ocean’s tide beneath it time kept flowing but...