Jesus put his fingers into the man’s ears.
Then looking up to heaven he sighed and said ,be opened.
We live and we shed our tears.
Grief reopened.

Bereavement is not a closed wall.
It is a shut door with a window.
Some fitful light shines through and into the hall.
But eventually that door will open , we feel less low.

Thus time passes.
And heals.
Sadness retreats into the mind’s recesses.
Pain seals.

We may start to lose our hearing.
But we all the more will start seeing.

…….

Bereavement  is now
Like a door with a window
And some fitful light

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See Mark 7 : 31-37

 
Is life on earth nothing more than pressed service.
His time no better than hired drudgery.
We never seem to scratch below life’s brittle surface.
Seeking but being denied sight of celestial imagery.

The Priest at mass mentioned bereavement.
He said often the best thing is silence and prayer.
We pray for some kind of discernment.
Exploring solace layer by gentle layer.

Months of delusion , Job said,  I have assigned to me.
Nothing for my own but nights of grief.
From doubt and despair will ever we be free.
Oh God, we ask ourselves when will we find relief.

Like Job during the long night we wander in wilderness.
Praying yet often meeting  a great silence.

…….

We are just like Job
We wonder if we’re alone
And pray that we’re not

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See Job 7 : 1-4, 6-7

Now, Master, let your servant go in peace.
Because mine eyes have seen the salvation.
We search, sometimes discouraged without cease.
Seeking our final resting  station.

We went  up to be blessed.
Receiving the holy oil.
Perhaps seeking some mind’s rest.
From our turmoil.

My soul was sad .
The priest’s words were soothing.
Perhaps all was not after all so bad.
Eventually things would  start improving.

We lit our candlemass light.
And searched for a greater light.

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Let us go in peace
Our eyes have seen salvation
And too a new light

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See Luke 2: 22-40

His teaching made a deep impression.
Because unlike them he spoke with authority.
We always need to ask the difficult question.
Is our soul really our priority.

St Thomas Aquinas realised that as he neared the final shore.
That all his writings seemed like straw.
And he wrote no more .
Thus a great truth he finally saw.

It is not cleaver writings that count.
Nor profound theology or poetry.
It is faith that is truth’s ever flowing fount.
And that in all its infinity solely.

It is just thought that leads to calmness.
That overcomes all aloneness.

…….

Thus all his writings
Just seemed like so much mere straw
And thus too all ours

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See Mark 1: 21-28

David pleaded for the child.
He spent the night on the bare ground covered with sacking.
In this life we feel exiled.
At the end so much seems lacking.

When all seemed forlorn.
I looked at the churches crucifix.
And then new hope was born.
There was no despair if no quick fix.

So I left the church’s door
Feeling a little better.
No longer sad to the core
No longer without any answer

Ready to start anew.
With a new view.

…..

When all seemed forlorn
I looked at the crucifix
And I felt better

…….

See 2 Samuel 12

Using many parables.
He spoke the word so far as they were capable of understanding.
Yet they asked for miracles.
And like them we’re waiting for the King.

I was praying for life last week.
And didn’t get an answer.
All I could do was in vain to seek.
The worst had come, what was to be was to occur.

And then tonight I prayed again.
And I seemed to see a great light.
There was new life, prayer was not in vain.
It had not been in vain the fight.

And so out of seeming disaster.
We can have faith in the thereafter.

……..

A fruitless prayer
But that was only last week
Now I had answers

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See Mark 4 : 26-34

I was nearly at Damascus.
When a bright light shone about me.
Perhaps this message is for us.
So that we might the better see.

Sad,  I entered the church and read this message.
If you are suffering ask for strength.
Words that are difficult but sage.
Helping us in hope , to go to any length.

And this too, if you are happy give thanks.
And ask that you remain so.
We are up and down held in endless ranks.
High or low.

But I left that church a little fortified.
That hope for the future has not died.

…..,.

A Damascus light
Anytime May shine on us
We just have to hope

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See Acts 22: 3-16

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Your mother and your sisters are outside.
He replied who are my bothers and sisters.
Perhaps we should start with the view that all are onside.
That there are as many good people as beautiful vistas.

Anyone who does the will of God.
That person is my brother and sister.
We should all surely be awed.
As we look on our own vista.

I was watching a program about older people in love .
They seemed to be so happy in each others company.
Maybe too we can  fly like  a dove.
We can all be somebody .

Love achieves so much
We know so little and not really much.

……

Who are my brothers
Are they not everybody
Part of one body

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See Mark 3 : 31-35

If a kingdom is divided against itself.
It cannot stand.
Perhaps we should think less of self
More of the common good at hand.

All men’s’ sins will be forgiven.
And all their blasphemies.
So perhaps there is hope we will be striven.
Despite all our infamies.

But we need to stand together.
However much we disagree.
Our differences are merely a floating feather.
Cast upon a turbulent sea.

One day we will see all this.
But only when at death we receive the Lord’s kiss.

…….

Kingdoms divided
Will certainly fall apart
So we must take care

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See Mark 3 : 22-30

So they came to him snd he appointed twelve.
They were to be his companions and to be sent out to preach.
Like them we wander and we for truth delve.
Maybe just to ponder and not necessarily to teach.

Ita Missa Est.
Translated As Go The Mass is Ended.
But actually Go It Is Sent meaning us, est.
Perhaps he is sent or are we sended.

So at the end of Mass do we forget.
Or do we think of it for the rest of the day.
Remain calm or break out in a sweat.
Or perhaps better occasionally pray.

We walk out pondering.
Remembering, hoping.

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Ita Missa Est
And Go the Mass is Ended
Or just it is sent

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See Mark 3 : 13-19

In God I trust.
I shall not fear .
We will not just end up as dust.
We are not just here.

In the 1994 film Miracle on 34th Street, a one dollar note is produced.
It bears the words, In God  We Trust.
Some beliefs whether in Santa Claus or God cannot be induced.
We just have to take them on trust.

Of David , Saul was jealous
Jonathan persuaded him to forgive.
And we too must be loving not just zealous.
If so we will not die , we will live.

But in God we must trust.
That maybe is a must.

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In God do we trust
And with that we shall not fear
But of course we do

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See Psalm 55 and 1 Samuel 18