Tag: prayer

Oratio ante colligationem in terrete

Ominpotens aeterne Deus,
qui secundum imaginem Turam nos plasmasti
et omnia bona, vera, et pulchra,
praesertim in divina persona Unigeniti Filii Tui
Domini nostri Iesu Christi, quaerere iussisti,praesta, quasemus,
super intercessionem Sancti Isidori,Episcopi et Doctoris,
sin peregrinationibus per interrete,
et manus oculosque ad quae Tibi sunt placita intendamus
et omnes quos convenimus cum caritate
ac patientia accipidamus.
Per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.

Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.Amen

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.I have never studied photography and got into by accident.This was a photo taken in sunshine which gave  deep shadows..I use software to manipulate the  colors. To  me,there is something holy about the human body which is manifested in this image.That is why I chose the title I did… there;s a great poignancy and feeling of th holiness of being and of life itself…The original photo was not as interesting but in these colors  it becomes quite different and mysterious.

 

From one hour to the next

Far from the madding rowdy crowds
with peace I long to be.
Away from noise and music loud
My soul desires to pray.

As palms were waved  and smiles blazed free
Jesus came to town.
Yet soon a different sight they’d see…
And hear the deathly groans.

From joy to woe we humans pass
From one hour to  the next.
For sins and troubles do harass…
And  impure hearts are vexed…

Yet we are told that in the end
Love will outdo death..
And so we beg for grace to lend
To us the strength to last.

Trust in darkness

“Trust the unknown”. Autumn 2013 008All shall be well,and all manner of things shall be well” St Julian of Norwich Trust the unknown force that grew you, From the joining of two cells. Act of love, of self giving, Thus to grow a newer self. Trust the dark,the unseen aspects Of the life we all do live. Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere, To your emptiness to give. Wait in patience for the time When inspiration comes at last Trust in darkness,silence,lowness. Opposition forms the cross. Pain is bearable in lowness, Like the worm in earth I dwell. When I look I see the sunrise And I trust all shall be well.

Oh, my own lover!

George Boole's House and School, Lincoln, UK
George Boole’s House and School, Lincoln, UK (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Loose in the fields of green…
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and some flair
I hoped he’d open the enchanted bud
To the music of his lyre.
I’ll pray this for him:
t hat he should find what he wreaks
and write it down with a stylus.
Really he is the allurement of angels
He was my epiphany
Make it up, as the clocks clang..
It’s not really you…it’s just an affliction.
I can do nothing for my calves
It’s because of all the punning I did once.
I can’t even lump a stone over a wall now.
My arms are as weak as Trojans.
I never suffer viruses to be declassified.
Like I said,just wink and say a prayer..
In God we dare.

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EMPTY DID I COME HERE

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As one who came here empty like a gourd

And one who will leave like a broken reed

Forgive me my lack of perception and my folly

And save me from the  Eye of the Almight One.

As one who came here all alone

As one torn from the womb of the mother

And sent to wander on this earth

Forgive me my impatience and my folly

And let Him see in me

That particle of Himself.

As one who was born into woe

And loved many  and held many in her arms

As one born into a world of  atomic war

as  one who learned fear as an infant

Forgive me and protect me

Save me from the mighty Gale

And accept  me into your House for ever

And let me be acceptable to your Eye,

And do not let me fall into darkness.

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One meeting of souls

Goodbye,I say,goodbye.

Standing together,
We lean forward touching foreheads lightly
Eyes closed for a moment
Tenderly we respect
The other’s boundaries.
Yet I feel your heart beating too,
As it it were me.
We lean for a few more moments like this.
Wordless.
Holding the broken places,with love.
Then we turn and walk away
Such moments last forever
In the eternity that Love creates
Foreheads touching,
Skin to skin..
Boundaries of the inner and the outer
You are another;
A real human person
Wanting nothing;wanting everything
I shall remember your smile.
You were with me once
And now we go our ways
Our own difficult journeys.

One meeting of souls
Creates its own symbol

May you be blessed
May the fire not burn you
Nor the water drown you
May the Lord keep you always near him.
May He protect your spirit.
May he give you strength always.

 

Lost or broken rituals

May the day bless you with happiness and joy

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My early life and its rituals:

In the evening after we finished our homework we packed our satchels ready for school.We filled our fountain pens with ink and sharpened our pencils.We used pencils a good deal as  ink was not cheap.Then  we wound up our watches and dad polished all our shoes and brushed them till they gleamed.When I was small I recall us kneeeling in a semi circle by the fire and saying night prayers out loud together.Then later we stopped doing that and so we said them in our bedrooms.We always knelt down.Dad used to sing lullabies when my sister was a baby.Now babies probably have a digital device playing music to them or a mini TV over the cot.In the morning  the prayers were a bit rushed as we were not so good at getting up.Then after breakfast our watches and satchels were ready so we couls dash off to school.I think now even watches are run on batteries  and people use ballpoints with long kasting refills there are few acts we need to do regularly but writing a blog could be one if done thoughtfuly.SatchelI had a satchel like this until I saved enough money to buy a briefcase.