Hear the word of the Lord.
Listen to the command of our God.
Hear the spiritual musical chord.
So may we be awed.
The eleventh prayer of Francis is now reached.
Fast from words and be silent so you can listen.
Thus we are beseeched.
Now with new faith we can christen.
But we love speaking so much.
Anyway listening tests our patience.
The Lord said to Abram, leave your country.
I will make you a great nation.
Have we the courage to seek another spiritual country.
Or we wedded to our own mind’s nation.The ninth prayer of Pope Francis.
Fast from selfishness, be compassionate to others.
For what really enhances.
Is it our interest or that of others
We are tied with a great anchor to our ego.
But what we ask are we.
What in truth is our credo.
We do not know, however often we make this plea.
What if we are less in the world , less selfish.
And more other worldly more elvish.
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Fast from selfishness
And be compassionate
To all the others
All I can say is that I forget the past.
And I strain ahead for what is to come..
Nothing bad need necessarily last.
And what seems large may turn out no than a crumb.I am thinking about Francis’ fifth prayer.
Fast from worries and trust in God.
Look at everything as just part of another layer.
For which we must assume we are well shod.
But worries just keep coming.
However hard we try to meditate.
They are beyond all reasoning.
Not just part of inevitable fate.
So keep trusting
Not fathoming.
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Fasting from worries.
And trusting also in God
That’s all we can do
It is even more certain that divine grace.
Coming through Christ came to so many as an abundant free gift.
I try to put the second of Francis’ prayers in place.
To stop into depression, any drift.
He says, fast from sadness and be filled with gratitude.
That’s the key, be happy with what we have.
All we need to lift our mood.
It’s a soothing salve.
So away with any sadness.
But we can never just wish it away.
It often seems to trump gladness.
It’s difficult to keep at bay.
Perhaps we can’t do it on our own.
We have to ask him for it as a loan.
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Fast now from sadness
And be filled with gratitude
That must be the way
If anyone wants to be a follower of mine.
Take up his cross .
Lord , take me over the line.
And be a little happier and less cross.
I am reminded of Pope Francis’ prayer.
Fast from hurting words and say kind words.
Fast from sadness and be filled with gratitude’s prayer.
Fast from anger and be filled with patient words.
Fast from pessimism and be filled with hope.
Fast from worries and have trust in God.
Fast from complaints and contemplate simplicity in hope
Fast from pressures and be prayerful to God.
Fast from bitterness and fill your heart with joy.
Fast from selfishness and be compassionate to others in joy.…….
Fast then from grudges
And be reconciled always
Fast from many words.
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And pray be silent
So that you can then listen
Now and for ever
The sand of the sea and the raindrops.
And the days of eternity , who can assess them.
And often there are falling teardrops.
But here is a true everlasting gem.
The height of the sky and the breadth of the earth.
Who can probe them.
But with all this comes new birth.
We can only sound the welcome drum.
Before all other things wisdom was created.
Shrewd understanding is everlasting.
Ultimately all things are weighted.
Before we even begin fasting.
For whom has the root of wisdom ever been uncovered.
If from God we are severed.
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Who can probe the sea
Or measure he breath of earth
All things are weighted
I have made you a light for the nations.
So that my salvation may reach the ends of the earth.
These are our true foundations.
For new everlasting birth.I am at the Paul Cezanne exhibition.
Every brush stroke joy’s creation
This can also be a spiritual rendition.
And a noble oblation.
A friend chants the Buddhist Nam myoho renge kyo .
This also is a different path .
A way to know and grow
And a knowing cause and effect footpath.
And at mass today I immersed myself in the Credo.
Others may justly use nam myoho renge kyo
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Find solace in art
Or just in Buddhist chanting
Or in our father
Till heaven and earth disappear not one dot.
Will disappear from the law until its purpose is achieved.
But we will be reduced to naught.
Unless perhaps we have believed.
Whether we are mere electrical currents in the brain.
Or the home of an immortal soul.
This body is just shifting sands of grain.
What we call me is neither the part nor the whole.
But we are obsessed.
With our transient being.
Not realising how we are blessed.
Not truly hearing or seeing.
This life is drawing to an end.
And then we will or will not transcend.
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Who we ask are we
Immortal soul or just brain
But we do not know