Monthly Archives: November 2022

Saturday of Week 31 in Ordinary Time

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I am ready for anything anywhere.
Full stomach or empty stomach.
Bad weather or fair.
Whatever I may lack.

I was tossing with toothache.
How I dread a visit to the dentist
One can’t let go of the ache.
Will this pain persist

Should I pray to a saint that is constantly bothered.
No I prayed to poor blessed Richard.
He never in his short life really mattered.
To play and to win he had no  ace card.

The toothache didn’t get any better.
But off to heaven I had sent a letter.

…….

At night we feel pain
We stay awake but we pray
And we feel better

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See  Philippians 4: 10-19

Saturday of Week 31 in Ordinary Time

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I miss you very much.

You are my joy and my crown.
We try and keep in touch.
And not be cast down.
I was dreaming again around my mother .
I was praying with no answer.
The details of her life now seem so slender.
An enveloping mist seemed master.
But if we pray for the dead.
We should not worry if there is no echo.
We are doing our duty , much remains unsaid.
We are walking in a very different meadow.
We so often resort to prayer
And make do with no answer.
……
Our prayers go out
An into an immense void
We wait for answers
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See Philippians 3 17-4:1

Thursday of Week 31 in Ordinary Time

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Consider the Lord and his strength.
Constantly seek his face.
Go to any length.
And find , eventually , grace.
I was lying awake again.
On my own problems, thinking.
Wondering how I could break this chain.
And then I fell to praying.
Not of my self but what my parents had gifted.
And then  my grandmas and grandpas.
And inexplicably my mood lifted.
I felt I was entering another land through a pass.
And I felt sure they were listening.
They were there and I was hearing.
…..
If we pray for them
You will feel them listening
If you start talking
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See Psalm 104

All Souls

Their going looked like a disaster.
But they are in peace.
One day we will hear the celestial choir master.
Then we will have on life, a freehold.
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I was standing in the Holy Souls Chapel.
Admiring Bentley’s design.
Quietly away from life’s terming babble.
Looking for a sign.

But I am soothed by the deep iconography.
My eye rising upwards.
Thinking of parents, grandparents’ biography.
There is no need for words.

Just prayer for their memory.
And a passing  century.

……

We are holy souls
And we are not risen yet
But soon we will be

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See The Book of  Wisdom  3: 1-9

Tuesday of Week 31 in Ordinary Time. All Saints

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I saw a huge number , impossible to count.

Of people from every  race, nation , tribe and language.
We are all taken to account.
We must never fall into any kind of rage.
We are certainly not saints.
Just struggling souls.
Always subject to restraints.
They come and go our souls.
Will we stand around the throne.
Along with the angels.
Or will we be left alone.
To life mere strangers in remote fells.
And so in hope and trepidation we walk on
And then we are gone.
….
We are only souls
And never to be the saints
But we keep trying
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see Apocalypse 7