And a banter with a friend- my words;

But she is? Need not a prayer to be that may u breathe today- 

Rather may I have such faith to know

How so deeply loved I am as I am in christ

And christ is so loved by his father and may I share that love in the holy spirit. May the blessed virgin be so rejoiced that all the angles sing to her the love song of her son,

As our mother-

Amen

It so wants to be given because it already is

So we awaken to receive who we already are-

And that my brother is the one body of christ-

Forgiveness 

On humanistic grounds

Can it work with concerns of justice

Of ego, what I'm owed, what I have coming to me? 

My diginity has been compromised, ?‎

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When we put our forgiveness of others in

Relation to

God forgiveness of us ‎

When we put our relationship of others‎
In terms of gospel when it's most difficult
When we find out faith and put it forward
As the grounding place to begin-

Pondering life of grace, life of service, if everything belongs to a divine plan- forgiveness isn't even weighed in the same as there isn't a presence protecting anything, it's all grace. 

When I make the transition to I am an intrument of gods peace

Real forgiveness becomes possible to me

When I can see my neighbor

And will the good of other as other

Connected to me thru christ

And not thru injustice

Blessed is he with a short memory loss :)

Amen

Sent to someone who is always there for me;

Thank u

For I forget not that the sun rises on all

That glory shines from both edges of the sword

And the innocent are not without guilt

And pain opens the heart to all

It's the ego that labels it good or bad and I use

That word cause the feelings I can experience can not

Put so elegantly into words what I am connecting with

Yes- in all is a gift if it can be received and it's value not judged.

I await my returning son and while he wants so badly to point to body- mono - find the issue- I wiant also to receive all of him as whole.

Amen

In this silence

Where sunrise still shines in my heart

And my eyes are blinded

In this silence where the stained glass has

Christ walking towards me

In the still of the church

I want to reach for an emotion

I want to reach into my heart

For I know the emptying of any emotion

Will allow for the greatest joy to be received

And no emotion '-i" can reach for

Can be higher felt that that gifted to me

In the silence

There is a calling 

Darkness to day

As I stretch out to the sunrise

I stretch out into the earth

And an in this world  but not of it

I love

And those who love with me

Are my neighbors in christ

Haven't we all wondered if we are loved, if we wonder if we are loved doesn't that mean that the 'i' is wondering has a finite amount of information and isn't love- God who is infinite in all his forms which involve loving even thru death... and if we can't love thru death and find a faith that such a love exists can we connect to such love if it's brought to us thru christ- and if it's not them back to only all we know.... ?

In the gospel Thomas needs to touch the wounds of christ to believe. Haven't we felt them wholeheartedly already in a personal suffering.

Blessed are those who can't touch those would and believe and blessed are those who do touch them and believe

Amen

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English version by Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis

 

The pilgrim sees no form but His and knows
That He subsists beneath all passing shows --
The pilgrim comes from Him whom he can see,
Lives in Him, with Him, and beyond all three.
Be lost in Unity's inclusive span,
Or you are human but not yet a man.
Whoever lives, the wicked and the blessed,
Contains a hidden sun within his breast --
Its light must dawn though dogged by long delay;
The clouds that veil it must be torn away --
Whoever reaches to his hidden sun
Surpasses good and bad and knows the One.
The good and bad are here while you are here;

Surpass yourself and they will disappear‎
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Evening, rain, silence, joy. I believe that, where the Lord sees the small point of poverty, extenuation, helplessness which is the heart of a monk after very long and very dry celebrations in choir, when He sees the point of indigence to which this one is reduced, He Himself cannot refuse to enter into this anguish, to take flesh in it so to speak, making it instantly a small seed of infinite joy and peace and solitude in the world. There is for me no sense, no truth in anything that elaborately contrives to hide this precious poverty, this seed of tears which is also the seed of true joy. Demonstrations and distractions that try to take one away from this are futile. They can become infidelities if they are eagerly sought. I may speak to others only in so far as I address myself to this same small spark of truth and sorrow in them, to help resolve their doubts, to assuage their anguish, to lighten their grief by helping them to be strong in this same small spark of exhaustion in which the Lord becomes their wisdom and their life forever.

What else do the Psalms talk about but this?

It is in the very nature of our monastic office to bring us to this simplicity and sobriety of heart.

Merton 

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The unending nature of our poverty as human beings is our only innate treasure. We are unlimited indigence since our very self-possession, the integrity and lucidity of our coming-to-Being, spring not from ourselves but from the intangible mystery of God. The ultimate meaning of being human is hidden in God. A human being is the ecstatic appearance of Being, and becoming fully human is an ever growing appropriation of this ectasis of Being. This demands an attentive receptivity and obedient assent to the total claim and inescapable quandary that the mystery of God poses to our human existence. 

Johannes Baptist Metz

3 Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

5 Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

7 Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.

8 Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.

9 Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

10 Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

11 Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. 

Matthew 3 NRSV

‎English version by Priya Hemenway

 

No tongue can tell Your secret
for the measure of the word obscures Your nature.
But the gift of the ear
is that it hears
what the tongue cannot tell.‎


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