Sixth Station Good Friday Come, all you who pass by. Can you hear them moan and sigh? Hot tears, bitter tears, All your fears, All those years, Were they a waste? I will not let it be a waste. Here, man, if you will not turn back, Here is a piece of my own slack, […]
My Mother and Father School the Senate “All right,” said my mother, standing before the members of the U.S. Senate, “it’s time for you to get your act together.” “That’s right,” said my father. “You fools haven’t passed an annual budget in more than three years!” “What is this thing you call a ‘budget’?” said […]
#Julia’sCaesar Even Me & Folly Cartoons has felt the ravages of SEQUESTER!! Due to a minor cut in our projected budget we’ve had to sell off all our inks and paints and send our cartoonist to work in a salt mine in Puerto Rico. We still had enough money for crayons, pencils, and this budget-slashing […]
Fifth Station Good Friday My God, My God, Why am I here? Why the tortures Horrors Grimly I fear This Dies Irae It seems so dark Lonely, lonesome O God, where are you? Answer Me! Matthew B. Rose
Fourth Station Good Friday “My Lord.” “My Lady fair.” “Speak lover.” “Purest Beloved: Do you remember, long ago, a gift and blessing from my Lord?” “Your Lord?” “The Lord.” “I remember misty warmth and whispery words, Some unspoken, all were heard.” “And I?” “The Gift.” “As well I do remember. His presence made present.” “A […]
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Third Station Good Friday A man lays broken Words unspoken A priceless token Freely given But still riven And yet he looks up Breathes And gets up. Matthew B. Rose
Second Station Good Friday The other day, when we were walking (we are almost out of time) I remember you said something serious (jokingly, of course, of course) something about a kingdom (my kingdom for a horse?) maybe it was something else (what about hands) that’s it, I remember (The Kingdom of Heaven is at […]
Life IX The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. Emily Dickinson
“Good Friday” Intro Deus meus, Deus meus, O my Lord, Save us, save us, Through your mercy Save us. Adam, see what you started, Eve, see what you did, All your sins, and yours and mine, He was somehow able to forgive. Hear that sound, it is a gong, A solitary steady song, Hear it […]
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Seven Cities Beware. Beware. Be wary as you go All around the country, trees of anger grow Some are of the oak, some are of the beech Some are of the old wood and have a higher reach Look inside the circle where seven cities burn, Of those who enter inward, none of them return, […]
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Man’s Civil War MY hovering thoughts would fly to heaven And quiet nestle in the sky, Fain would my ship in Virtue’s shore Without remove at anchor lie. But mounting thoughts are haled down With heavy poise of mortal load, And blustring storms deny my ship In Virtue’s haven secure abode. When inward eye to […]
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I’m turning into my father. My father was born in 1933. He was a paperboy in the days when paperboys stood on city corners and shouted “Extra!” In my father’s home, the newspaper still is king. He has two delivered daily. He reads every inch of both. He does the crossword puzzles in both, too […]
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The Gentle God The gentle God stands off in the distance Awaiting the arrivals That moment the world calls death- He calls and cares, He coaxes and cajoles- Hoping all will begin the great journey home But they make the call, they make the choice- Eternity will show Those who choose a route of truth […]
At Home When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house: I passed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange boughs; From hand to hand they pushed the wine, They sucked the pulp of plum and peach; They sang, they jested, and they laughed, For each was loved of […]
