For our Mother

When I say the Rosary, I feel I am immersed in the Ocean of God’s
love,
with Mary, the Star of the Sea, watching over me and all my loved ones.
My fingers walking the paths of the beads, heart and soul I am
transported
into the presence of the person I am praying for. I have no power to
comfort
but the Mother of God does and, by some miracle, I feel I really see them,
am there in spirit, a witness to Mary’s open and lovingly protective arms
as the very space they exist in. The stars fall to earth, the sky is her
garment.
There is no space-time as my brain conceives of them when I am
immersed
in prayer, and the universe Itself enfolds the soul I petition for like a
cloak.
There is no distance and separation – everything has its being in Divine
Love.
The “Big Bang” is a barbaric label for this infinitely tender unfolding of
joy
in Creation, a gift revealing how much God treasures us, seeds of His
heart.
The Rosary waters, soothes, invigorates my soul as exercise does my
flesh.
Yet a dead part of me resists spending time doing what appears to be
nothing.
In Truth, the Rosary is a lifeline. When I take it in my hands and hold it
gently
it pulls me up out of this world’s materialistic misery and I float
somewhere
between heaven and earth in my hope and in my longing for God
inseparable
from my love for Jesus Christ. I am discovering, have begun to
comprehend,
this is my deepest self. More profound than emotions, feelings and
thoughts
is this one pure need that has always been there inside me: to know
God exists.
Mary is the one who comforts us when we feel alone and hopeless as
we suffer
the trials of this fallen realm for she knows, in the end, our souls will
triumph
if we love and follow her Son, our Lord and God, who gives us the Holy
Spirit.

Amen.

Some days I want to weep…

Prayer Poem 119

Some days I want to weep
for the longings of our souls
often murdered by the fallen
earth where the slaves of evil
run riot, breaking luminous glass
windows of love and faith, along
those sacred paths of our Being
extinguishing the burning lamps
of hope and trust, casting shadows
where drugs are sold for all grief.

Yet there is a Light at the dead end
alley of this brief journey opening
through Christ to Life Everlasting.

This Prayer Poem is dedicated to all those who have been killed, and are being killed as I type, and will continue to be killed because they love Jesus Christ, and refuse to surrender their faith even under threat of a violent death.

May those of us sitting comfortably at home, or at work, on our computers with no fear of bombs going off just outside our windows, remember our brothers and sisters all over the world who are not as fortunate, and yet who, in a Mysterious Sense, are even more blessed than we are by their martyrdom, for their souls step straight into our Lord’s embrace.

Dogs and my Soul

Months ago I had a vision
driving back from the Vet
in which I saw my Lord
dressed in black walking
up our drive to St. Francis
accompanied by Merlin
and Arthur, my dear dogs
one dead, one in the car
with me blessedly healthy
and immune to my dread
of a future without him.
Sadness became a Sense
in which I saw my Lord
looking toward my mind
His gentle smile knowing
so reassuring to my soul
promising my dear pets
already are safe with Him
in a Life freed from death.
Then I saw the road again
just beyond the windshield
yet the daydream remained
more vivid than what seems
reality to my rational brain
accusing me of imagining
a miracle real as my heart
happy to embrace the Truth
of this unexpected blessing
peace a gift from my Lord
responding to my pure love
of sweet helpless creatures
I adore as God cherishes us.

Surely a loving relationship
between a human and a dog
is pleasurable to our Master
Who, Supreme above us all
in every conceivable fashion,
cherishes and gifts us treats
despite how dumb we can be.

Ode to Disney’s Sleeping Beauty

This was my favorite movie as a child, and still remains one of my most beloved cartoons. Movies like this can appeal to young and old alike because they speak directly to the human soul. Like all the great fairy tales, Sleeping Beauty isn’t really about a girl meeting a guy and getting married, it is a spiritual allegory. Prince Phillip wields “the Sword of Truth” and the “Weapons of Righteousness.”

What will happen when we burn
all the nations’ spinning wheels?
The Truth in Us will be revealed.

Humankind is Princess Aurora
Humankind is Princess Aurora
the Prince Who has come riding out of the dawn is God
in His Son our one True Love
in His Son our one True Love
Who broke Maleficent chains
Who broke Maleficent chains
defeated all the powers of hell
defeated all the powers of hell
and betrothing our souls to His roused us from sin's evil spell.
and betrothing our souls to His roused us from sin’s evil spell.
Reigning on earth as in heaven
Reigning on earth as in heaven
our Lord is forever by our side
our Lord is forever by our side
proclaiming the Good News as our two Kingdoms unite.
proclaiming the Good News as our two Kingdoms unite.

In 1949, Disney wrote in Guideposts magazine: “I believe firmly in the efficacy of religion, in its powerful influence on a person’s whole life. It helps immeasurably to meet the storm and stress of life and keep you attuned to the Divine inspiration. Without inspiration, we would perish.”

He also wrote in Faith is a Star (Gammon, New York E. P. Dutton & Co. 1963): “Every person has his own ideas of the act of praying for God’s guidance, tolerance, and mercy to fulfill his duties and responsibilities… A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God.”

The expression, I couldn’t see the forest for the trees can often be applied to the reading of the old fairy tales, where magic and superstition obscure the Christian truths at their center, like the forest of thorns that surrounded Stephen’s castle. Our mind and emotions thoroughly entertained, our souls are set free to imbibe the spiritual depths expressed through stories that are often as violent and bloody as the Mystery of the Cross they secretly uphold.