They are no longer two.
But one body.
Loved through and through.
Faithful, steady.
The great reward.
Of a long marriage.
In not cutting the cord.
Is the future, let’s not it disparage.
It is the gift of children.
Yes certainly.
But even more so of grandchildren.
Eventually.
Sharing them.
Loving them.
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They are no longer
Two but one body together
The hope of future
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See Mark 19 : 2-15
I have been holding forth on matters I cannot understand.
On marvels beyond my knowledge.
I am as a dead hand.
I lack all self knowledge.
I know only by hearsay.
In dust and ashes I repent.
Far from the sun’s warming ray.
I can still start my ascent.
Job rose again from ashes.
From disaster he was redeemed.
I only have his faith in flashes.
But in hope I have dreamed.
But Job is not anyone.
He is everyone.
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Can we understand
Marvels beyond our knowledge
Yes surely we can
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See Job :42
And that doubt was scattered.
I was in the present.
I could feel the air on my face.
I knew what delighting in small things meant.
You can win without trying to win the race.
We can give away everything.
And still know everything.
…….
If we just listen
Then very quickly we hear
But you must listen
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See Luke 10 : 13-16
Pity me , pity me.
My friends.
For the hand of God has struck me.
Where are my friends.
Why do you hound me like God.
Will you never have enough of my flesh.
Soon I will be nothing , just under the sod.
Caught in death’s impenetrable mesh.
Ah, would that these words of mine were written down.
Inscribed on some monument with iron chisel.
How often in adversity do we feel so down.
Finding little solace even in God’s epistle.
Job says , my avenger does live.
But we know eventually he will thrive.
.. ……
Job says pity me
The hand of God had struck me
Know that he will thrive
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See Job 19 : 21-27
We do all too little.
But we have our guardian angel at our shoulder.
So however heavy we can lift every boulder.
.. ….
Who is the greatest
In the kingdom of heaven
It’s the little ones
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See Matthew 18 : 1-5 , 10
May the day perish when I was born.
And the night that I was conceived.
Job is distraught, torn.
But his faith is redeemed.
St Therese delights in the little things.
That still bring great love.
Eternity sings.
Coming and going, a fluttering dove.
I was at the small mass in the seminary.
Nothing grand but a great sense of peace.
Moving, for all that the feeling is temporary.
But no matter we try again and again without cease.
She died young .
But her song of love she has sung.
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If you are not great
Just remember St Therese.
Remembered always
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See Job 3