sleepless

sleepless again
waking and praying
silently
digits glow red in the dark
2:07
after a few Hail Mary's
i settle in on the Jesus Prayer
"Lord Jesus Christ,
Son of God,
have mercy on me a sinner."
my cat knows i am awake
she walks across my chest
placing her cold nose on my nose
i try to pet her but this is not what she wants
she wants me to get up
follow her to the kitchen
then shake a few treats from the "pounce" container
did you know there is live news show on at 2:30?
it's a quiet news show with one female anchor
she speaks softly
as if she knows
anyone up at this hour
is trying to go back to sleep.

wkm

she's fast!

the beauty of winter

the days grow short

darkness long

the light of day

softer

the dark of night

deeper

the woods less dense

sound travels easier

i walk with my dog

long into the timber

dead leaves crumbling

a twig snaps beneath my boot

i see my breath

"hail Mary full of grace..."

the 27th day of the Novena

it began in the warmth of autumn

it continues in this frigid morning

Jack runs after a deer

a large doe

her white bushy tail flapping high above her back

he stops after a few yards

looks at me as if to say

"she's fast!"

 

wkm

 

 

Wayfarer's Heart

i got a wayfarer's heart

and a wayfarer's soul

ever since i was young

even more now that i'm old

 

i love this old world

with its greens and its blues

and the people i care for

as i wear out these shoes

 

i got a wayfarer's heart

and a wayfarer's soul

ever since i was young

even more now that i'm old

 

i sing as i go

can you sing it with me?

we are wayfarers all

until we're home we will sing

 

in the stillness of summer

in the wind swept bright spring

in the doldrums of winter

and with autumn's color change 

 

i got a wayfarer's heart

and a wayfarer's soul

ever since i was young

and more now that i'm old

 

i sing as i go

can you sing it with me?

we are wayfarers all

until we're home we will sing

 

we gotta sing when we're worried

we gotta sing when we're sad

a song spites the dang devil

and makes God's good heart glad

 

we gotta sing when we're dying

on our last leg at the end

when the world's turned against us

as we struggle with our sin

 

i got a wayfarer's heart

and a wayfarer's soul

ever since i was young

and more now that i'm old

 

i sing as i go

can you sing it with me?

we are wayfarers all

until we're home we will sing

 

wkm

inspired by St. Gus

 

 

 

Disputation over the Trinity by Andrea del Sarto Sts Augustine, Sebastian, Lawrence, Peter martyr, Francis and Mary Magdalen

 

Eucharist (Thanksgiving)

the word, Eucharist,

means "thanksgiving"

when we receive Jesus,

Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity,

we do so in the "once and for all"

sacrifice of the "Thanksgiving"

we enter in to the eternal and ongoing

 thanksgiving of those gone before us,

those who are throwing their crowns at His feet right now!

Eucharistic living

is a life of gratitude

a life of gratitude is a radical life

this is the life Paul told the Thessalonians to live

"In all things giving thanks(Eucharist)"

God is a Poet

so Brilliant

so True

When Jesus commanded we "do this in remembrance",

He was giving us the True and Spiritual means of worship

He eluded to this when He spoke to the woman at the well.

Those who "worship in spirit and in truth",

would be the Eucharistic Church He would build

on Peter, it makes so much sense.

Thank You Jesus.

 

wkm

The Cross, the Plowshare of Farmer Jesus

"So Christ, our heavenly King,

came to till the soil of mankind

devastated by sin.

He assumed a body and,

using the cross as His plowshare,

cultivated the barren soul of man."

St. Macarius wrote these words

i am thankful for the Church

She preserves and collects the words of the saints

i am thankful for their poetic

expressions, metaphors, analogies,

their creativity in spreading the Truth

we all can agree

our sometimes frozen hard souls

 need to be plowed by the cross

i know mine does.

 

wkm

Peter

the last couple of days

the liturgy of the hours

starts with the words

of the apostle Peter

it always amazes me

how this seemingly

uneducated hick

fisherman

ended up writing

with such poetic brilliance

sophistication

and poignant prose

hear this from the one Jesus called the "rock"

"Keep your attention closely fixed on it,

as you would on a lamp shining in a dark place

until the first streaks of dawn appear

and the morning star rises in your hearts."

sounds like Bob Dylan

i guess when Jesus changes your name

and everyone starts calling you that name

it has some pretty heavy results

and some poetic ones as well

 

wkm