O God who from living and eternal stones.
Prepare a eternal dwelling for your majesty.
We will not just be dead bones.
We will be spared any agony.

I was at the mass for deceased priests.
A time to remember selfless ministry.
To recall their names’ feasts.
And to remember their industry.

I recall one thought , at the threshold.
They will find many they have helped and known.
As a great light they behold.
And a new path is shown.

Lives , we can only hope, not wasted. A new glory , we pray , tasted.

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Stand on the threshold
Will we meet there some old friends
But can we be sure

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See The Collect of the Day

We are merely servants .
We have done no more than our duty.
Nor are we savants.
We are merely seeking beauty.

Think on this moment.
On the eternal being.
Seeking empowerment.
And a greater seeing.

The past is gone.
The future not yet here.
The line is drawn.
We need not fear .

We should be aware of the mind.
Not dwell always inside the mind.

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The past is now gone
And the future may not come
There is just present

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See Luke 17: 7-10

Give them the hope of eternal life.
That was promised so long ago.
Free us from consuming strife.
So that in new life we may grow.

I was asking  the Blessed Richard for a sign.
We pray but do we ever get a response.
However much we appeal to a shrine.
And hope for renaissance.

I suddenly felt a presence in the room.
I was so sure I was not alone.
Of course it might be illusion in the gloom.
But it was something  real and unknown.

I prayed so hard for an answer to receive.
And when it came I could hardly believe.

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We pray, no echo
But of course if it does come
We do not believe

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See Titus1:1-9

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.

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

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See  Philippians 4: 10-19

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.

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.

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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

Truly I have set my soul.
In silence and peace.
Try to make me whole.
If I pray without cease.

When I can’t sleep.
I think on maybe the Bhagavad Gita or the rosary.
Rather better than counting sheep.
Or thinking not of others but me.

I try to root out the negative.
Dwell on the good things .
And be positive.
Rather than go round on rings.

But I still stay awake.
Whatever I seem to do for his sake.

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Often I’m awake
The night passes to slowly
Good to meditate

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See Today’s psalm 130

Lord, you love all that exists.
You hold nothing in abhorrence.
Through all our turns and twists.
Till our ultimate disappearance.

Are there really two types.
There certainly is two paths.
Good and bad, we come in many stripes.
On life’s stormy sea on our fragile rafts.

Contented , resentful, taking.
Angry and calm, lazy and full of zest.
Greedy and giving.
hypocritical and honest.

Understand, do not grudge.
And do not judge.

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We are two persons
We are all the good and bad
Our choice where to go

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See The Book of Wisdom 11: 22-12:2

Each one of us has been given his own share of grace.
Given as Christ allotted it.
One day , we hope, we will see his face.
As by a celestial lantern lit.

He ascended to the height, he captured prisoners.
He gave gifts to men.
As of n an echo we are his listeners.
We can barely describe this with an inadequate pen.

The one who rose higher to fill all things.
Is none other than the one who descended.
Greater than all the Kings.
But will ever all our doubts be suspended.

But to some his gift was to be Apostles.
Some teachers or mere disciples.

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Are we apostles
Teachers or prophets
Or mere disciples

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See Ephesians 4: 7-16

 
Bear with one another charitably.
In complete selflessness, gentleness and patience.
Seeking always some greater spirituality.
And coming thereby into his presence.

Do all you can to preserve the unity of the spirit.
By the peace that binds you together.
We need not have much merit.
And our faith may be light as a feather.

There is one spirit, one body.
Just as you were all called into the same hope.
When we were called to embody
Pulled by the same scriptures rope.

There is one God who is father of all.
Over all , through all and within all.

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God, father of all
Over all and within all
And of course through all

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See Ephesians 4: 1-6