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Monthly Archives: November 2017
The Singing Sisters
By Jeff Karoub, Associated Press ANN ARBOR TOWNSHIP (AP) – The members of Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist, silently filed into the chapel. Within minutes, they were singing — first in unison, then in a transfixing, layered harmony that reverberated off the marble floors, wood-paneled walls and cathedral ceiling. The evening prayer…
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Malala~by Paul Lenzi — OUR POETRY CORNER
Malala Malala Yousafzai (For Malala Yousafzai) five times shot by medieval misogyny bullets of brittle belief aimed by ancient assassins at innocent dreams fifty million young girls take to second-class beds every third world night but this one slender flower empowered by sisterhood shared at the roots flush with uncommon courage caught […]
Turkey’s for Eternity
TFT, they read the sign, Eternity this way, they followed the signs. First you must drink loads, upset your family, your neighbors and your friends, having accomplished this, they send you to platform One, there is a train for turkey’s heading for Eternity, they have been selected. They are fat and over fed, they are weighed down with matters, that won’t have any meaning at all, how do my feathers look dear.
Turkey’s for eternity this way, the porter carries their luggage, the train hiss’s on the platform, steam is rising. Behind barbed wire a small robin looks on, all he can see, hoards of turkey’s heading for Eternity, it’s something he’s seen before, it was just that he was too young to notice, the spectacle is all he can see. The days have passed he is years older, it has more significance for him today.
Turkeys for Eternity, yes, you will be fed once you get there, they continue to mount the train; in the background all you can see are turkeys, all heading the same way, for eternity. The robin flies home to his nest, mentions the turkey sight to his mother. Where are they heading Mother, do they ever come back, she thinks a little, then answers, Son, they are the turkey’s for Eternity, amen.
Eternity Restaurant, we serve for ever!
Our original sin
new ideas
I wonder…
Does each nation
Each country
Have an original sin
The seed of its
Particular ignominy
Running through veins
Shot full of raging
Hormones escalating
Into tragedies
Of historic proportions
Played out in
Unnumbered permutations
Of seduction and flattery
Designed to deceive
And subdue?
It isn’t just the daily revelation of predatory behavior by public figures and officials. It’s the reality that various permutations of predatory behavior undergird the earliest foundations of our nation.
I’d describe it this way: The subduing and disappearing of some in order to pursue the welfare of a select group that viewed and still view themselves as more entitled than others.
Layer upon layer. Decade after decade. And now we’ve come to this juncture in our history without a clear understanding of how we got here, and how many were and still are subdued and disappeared. Buried beneath mountains of inspiring proclamations, and promises…
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I Need Attention
Did you hear, She tells them she needs help, it’s only a call for attention, did you not hear, I was needing your attention, whatever attention was or the intention of the attention, what was it for, did you need me to listen, did you want my attention, is that it? The lengths some people go to be heard, just to get your attention, catch your thinking, wanting you to think about them, seeking your attention.
Solomon sighed, the online world was over coming most forms of instant communications, it was simply faster. A friend nudges him, you would not believe what you’d find on the internet, you wouldn’t believe it, the eyes widen, as if the stuff you wouldn’t want to believe was real after all, even though you wouldn’t want to believe it, do you get me, have i got your attention. Solomon shook his head, the only attention you want is on the book of the living, and getting into that needs your attention.
The essence of any religion… — Purplerays
“The essence of any religion is good heart. Sometimes I call love and compassion a universal religion.” ~ Dalai Lama Text & image source: Earthschool Harmony https://web.facebook.com/SpiritualQuotesandSoulfood/
Practice
Father Guibert states: “The distinctive mark of true piety is progress in goodness—at least, in the endeavour towards what is better. Between genuine piety and real virtue there is, then, a bond in their very nature.” “Here is a man upon whose heart piety has taken a strong hold, so that the thought of God […]
Blackbird — Charmed Chaos
As the insistent blackbird cried There came a familiar voice He spoke to me and sighed You know this was a choice
Imagine It
If you could turn every one with evil intent into a babbling fool, just imagine it, their mouths pouring our dribble, imagine it. Solomon was recalling the story of old, the power of Great Spirit, the power the Child Jesus was gifted with. Casting out demons was on Solomon’s mind, the grudges, hatred, resentments that so many carried and found an opening at the wrong time. At least with alcohol you had to consume it first before you went on the rampage. With the silent resentments and hatreds stored within, (good reason or not, experience or what), once the topic was raised, accordingly, the partnering feelings rise with it, those deep seated feelings and anxieties, boom, the explosion, touchy feely they say, they being friends, they being polite. Imagine it, God Most High, who has heard it all, waiting for mankind to mature, the way a farmer waits, for the plant to give it’s full potential, imagine it, waiting for the day, when they would all realize that today was the day everyday, not the baggage you brought with you everywhere, smile, amen.
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