Category: Fiction, Poetry & Humor

Poem: "By The Sea"
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Poem: “By The Sea”

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By The Sea Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth’s full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still. Sheer miracles of loveliness Lie hid in its unlooked-on bed: Anemones, salt, passionless, Blow flower-like; just enough alive To blow […]

Poem: "Ecclesiastes"
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Poem: “Ecclesiastes”

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Ecclesiastes There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray, Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth. There is one blasphemy: for death to pray, For God alone knoweth the praise of death. There is one creed: ’’neath no world-terror’s wing Apples forget to grow on apple-trees. There is one thing is needful everything The […]

Poem: "The Purpose of all Gifts "
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Poem: “The Purpose of all Gifts “

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The Purpose of all Gifts If my God grants me a gift, I must use it. Not for my well being, But for His glory. That is the purpose of all gifts from God. To glorify Him, By raising up His Church, Through teaching, Through prayers, Through writing, Through healing, Through singing. In all of […]

Poem: "Uphill"
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Poem: “Uphill”

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Uphill Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? […]

Poem: "The Skeleton"
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Poem: “The Skeleton”

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The Skeleton Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No; I may not tell the best; Surely, friends, I might have guessed Death was but the good King’s jest, It was hid so carefully. G.K. Chesterton

Poem: "My Soul is on the Page"
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Poem: “My Soul is on the Page”

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My Soul is on the Page When I read your verse I am awestruck. To see such words before me, Knowing that my soul is on the page. And You put it there. My God, my God, my wondrous God, I am slain with the knowledge of You Such warmth, From the fire of your […]

Poem: "The World"
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Poem: “The World”

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The World By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: But all night as the moon so changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety: But through the night, a beast she […]

Poem: "Confessional"
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Poem: “Confessional”

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Confessional Now that I kneel at the throne, O Queen, Pity and pardon me. Much have I striven to sing the same, Brother of beast and tree; Yet when the stars catch me alone Never a linnet sings- And the blood of a man is a bitter voice And cries for foolish things. Not for […]

Poem: "My God is King"
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Poem: “My God is King”

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My God is King How beautiful upon the mountains      are the feet of the one bringing good news,           Announcing peace, bearing good news,                announcing salvation, saying to Zion,                     “Your God is King!” ‘Neath a sapphire sky window to heaven John guided his Master smoothly up mountain, Peter kicked an ancient stone, Ascending the path zig-zagged. […]

Poem: "I Am Pleased to be in Your Service"
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Poem: “I Am Pleased to be in Your Service”

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I Am Pleased to be in Your Service If I am, why am I, God? What is my purpose? What deeds lie ahead of me on this road? Will they be wondrous or cowardly acts? Will they bring praise or condemnation? Could either serve Your purpose? Whatever You have in store, Whatever is Your will […]

Poem: "May"
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Poem: “May”

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May I cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pass Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of tender corn; The last eggs had not hatched as yet, Nor any bird forgone its […]

Poem: "The Ballad of God-Makers"
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Poem: “The Ballad of God-Makers”

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The Ballad of God-Makers A bird flew out at the break of day From the nest where it had curled, And ere the eve the bird had set Fear on the kings of the world. The first tree it lit upon Was green with leaves unshed; The second tree it lit upon Was red with […]

Poem: "A Daughter of Eve"
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Poem: “A Daughter of Eve”

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A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it […]

Poem: "Crushed"
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Poem: “Crushed”

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Crushed Dragged to the cross, submissive. Broken by boards slung across his back. Violence in every aspect Inflicted by external forces. Holes pierced by nails driven with Violent swings of an iron mallet. Blood flows, precious blood, Which becomes wine. But only after the the grapes are picked, and Crushed. (Based on the Garden of […]

Poem: "The Moment I See Your Face"
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Poem: “The Moment I See Your Face”

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The Moment I See Your Face As the Psalmist said, Lord, how I long to see Your face. Yet I do so fearfully, Knowledge of my sinfulness, Would postpone this joy. Poor I am indeed, That I should think this, Your mercy is enshrined by the saved. Your forgiveness could never be questioned by the […]

Poem: "Ecclesia Mellow"
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Poem: “Ecclesia Mellow”

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Ecclesia Mellow Go and sin, sin on more. Mercy, my mercy, sin galore! The joy of love, not the sword, No division, praise me lord! An eye offends? That’s OK, Look again, not away. Fire everlasting not forever. Eternal damning, never, never. “Yes is yes” hurts so much. “No is no” is out of touch. […]

Poem: "Heaven: The Final Dimension"
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Poem: “Heaven: The Final Dimension”

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Heaven: The Final Dimension Meeting family never met Where damaged children are lavished upon and injured souls repaired Where Martin Luther King shakes your hand With great affection Strangers smile in passing Where decent cut dresses, of silk with sparkling threads, are given without fee No tarred roads to mend No corn to husk Land of […]

Poem: "The Eyes of Your Heart"
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Poem: “The Eyes of Your Heart”

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The Eyes of Your Heart      You The Eye Piercing the Monstrance veil, Gazing at me Kneeling, Focusing green eyes upon the White Sacred Species:      You Seeing me across time and eternity, Spotting me beyond the seated masses, Savoring your word, Devouring your bread, broken and shared.      You Peering through the lens of love at Me […]

Poem: "Praising God with Psalm 9"
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Poem: “Praising God with Psalm 9”

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LORD, my whole heart thanks You. I can’t begin to count Your wonderful deeds. How glad I am in You! Oh, how I rejoice! Even my enemies repent in Your presence. You maintain me and all I stand for – the righteous rulings You bring. Nations will receive Your rebuke, and people will perish in […]

Poem: "I Must Seek Out Paper"
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Poem: “I Must Seek Out Paper”

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I Must Seek Out Paper If the words were mine, I should fear for my soul, For surely pride would betray me. ’Tis better as is, that He is the author, And I, just a happy pen. Oft times the words flow in a rapid verse, And at others a slow line at a time, […]

Poem: "The Convent Threshold"
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Poem: “The Convent Threshold”

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The Convent Threshold There’s blood between us, love, my love, There’s father’s blood, there’s brother’s blood; And blood’s a bar I cannot pass: I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud, With scarlet mud which tells a […]

Poem: Wine and Water
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Poem: Wine and Water

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Wine and Water Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail, And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale, But they all were small to the cellar he took when […]

"The Dream of Gerontius" On the 216th Anniversary of Newman's Birth
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“The Dream of Gerontius” On the 216th Anniversary of Newman’s Birth

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John Henry Newman’s longest poem, The Dream of Gerontius, is a spiritual work rich in theology. Composed at the time in which he had the presentiment of an impending death, the reality of Last Things was very present to the author. The poem, written in 1865 when Newman had been a Roman Catholic for twenty […]

Poem: "Precious Child"
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Poem: “Precious Child”

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Precious Child If we wants the child, The precious, Get it from mommy and daddy, How can we does it? We hides us, We sneaks around, Near the ground, And we calls us, “Village”. We means “steal,” but we says “raise”. “Village” is good, “raise” is good. Takes a village to raise a child! We gets […]

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