Eugi's Weekly

The Mystery of LIFE

Today, Monday, October 5, Eugi’s Weekly offers us an interesting PROMPT, designed to inspire! The word MYSTICAL, a creative writing is in order. Mine below is a form of poetry known as Haibun with Haiku. Click here to join

Mystical

“Time,” time is mystical in the sense of its meaning. What is TIME?
Past, Present, and Future three in one a trinity!
The past FINISHED
The present NOW
The future TO COME
Reminds me of another Trinty, Father, the Creator of all; past!
Son, the Redeemer of all, presently now on earth we know, love, and serve Him while the Holy Ghost guides us to Heaven’s future home. Indeed, this is mystical and a mystery of our Faith.

Our time now look, seek
Mystery of Truth to find
Mystical glaring

continued, I Believe Because, true story

Personal Miracle Story

 

(Continuation of my series beginning here).  Series of why I believe in God.

The story you are about to read now written without exaggeration. For a believer, not a good idea to lie or stretch the truth; it would be equivalent to hammering the nails in the hands of Jesus. I mention this since I hope the following story will always be believed since our family miracle story is one reason I believe in God.

Years ago, my daughter, with her husband, was told they would not conceive, disappointed as they were, they chose to adopt. A miracle itself, it is challenging to adopt babies. However, they successfully adopted not one but two babies, years apart. (Not twins)

When the second child a boy, I will call Denis. Denis was healthy and loving, but after three years, we lost him. He passed away quite suddenly. (Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever) The couple is devasted and confused as to why God allowed this to happen, why take our child?
The sadness that followed, there are no words to describe it. My daughter grieving, asked me who she could pray to intercede for her to God. All she wanted was consolation! A reason to go on living!
I told her to pray to St. Therese of the Child Jesus because her parents lost all their male children, and St. Therese promised that she would help those still living when in her eternity. Her feast day on the Traditional Catholic calendar is Oct. 3. (Vatican II council while adapting to the world changed much of the Traditions one was the removal of some Saints, changes to the calendar of saints sometime in the ’60s.) BTW, Catholics do not worship the Saints; rather, we look to them as an example of their life. We are not praying to the dead; Catholics believe Saints are alive living their eternity.

Trying to brief this long story into a shorter version, I continue.

The family prayed a novena for a consolation to St. Therese. Shortly after that, the Vatican II religion allowed her relics; relics of St. Therese carried throughout the world in 2000, for veneration. My daughter read in the news that these holy relics were coming to a nearby Church. While there, they pressed their loved one’s picture to the relic and asked only for help to get on with their life.

Now the miracle!

Ten months later, my daughter gave birth to a boy, and to add to the joy; his birthday is on the feast day of St.Therese, Oct.3. Oct.3 on the Tradition Catholic calendar. God in heaven loves the number three. Therefore He graced her with two other children totaling three.

No one will ever take the place of our Saint-Denis, who also has answered many prayers for us. He was only three, but it is a pious belief to imagine the souls who reside in heaven are at the prime age of 33, the period Jesus Christ died for the world.

(Series why I believe in God, to be continued)

 

poetry, Word Prompts

In Defense of Christianity

Again we are challenged with Paint Chips as pictured here

 

When it comes to The Faith, I want the whole enchilada because Jesus founded One Church, and one of those things is not like the other. A brick building with the word Church does not mean it is THEE Church. Christ’s teaching is not as a lipstick fluctuating with vast changes of shades and colors. As you learned back in the day, the marks of the Church are One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic. The Church is not like a Sand Dollar crawling on the bottom; instead, it is a coral reef, anchored, and anchored in Truth. Truth is our nectar in life; the sweet taste of Truth is quite peachy for lack of a better word and the only word left in this challenge of words, known as Paint Chips.

Seek to find This Truth
Quote “The Truth will set you free”
Words never to fail

dVerse, poetry

dVerse Haiku Sequence a Poem!

dVerse inspired

Is That You, Lord!

Passing by the Church
Come! a voice seemed to whisper
Me myself with God!

Tiptoeing alone
Pausing at giant statues                                    Image1
Walking to and fro.

Faces fixed in place
I can almost hear them speak
staring long enough.

Candles flickering
Shadows dancing; is that You?
Marbled eyes peering!

Word of the Day Challenge

It’s a GRACE! LISTEN!

All about GRACE!

Painting
Hail Mary FULL OF GRACE

 

Did you know that “grace,” “gracias,” and “Grazie” all descend from the same Latin word, “grātia”?!
Grace is the Prompt word today via “Word of the Day Challenge.”
In my world, a word I use regularly. This post will reflect on what sense of the word I mean since the definition varies.

Grace is a gift from God! Pure and simple.

Ave Maria, gratia plena meaning Hail Mary FULL OF GRACE.

Ah! Another Challenge, Word Prompts

An Explanation— Gift

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Identity – July 13, 2020

One day while I minded my own business, a couple of men tried to stump me. I knew by the tone of their voice what they intended. It so happened and unknown to me, my scapular was hanging out from beneath my outer garment—those who do not know a scapular, a blessed religious article sacred to Traditional Catholics.
They heckled and said,
“do you really believe that piece of cloth will save you”?
“No,” I said, “it is my identity.”
I continued to explain how an officer wears a badge, or others might wear a logo to identify themself.
To wear a Cross or medal is not superstitious as many WANT to believe; it means merely we identify ourselves with Jesus, Mary His Mother, who was with Him from His conception till His death. Now that is worth in which to identify for those who believe.scapular

poetry, Word Prompts

Worth waiting for in POETRY

Let’s have a look-see at the paint chips because its time to paint,  our CHIPS can be viewed below.

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Pining away thoughts of future
Reflection through a looking glass.
The other side of life appeared.

Seeing Heaven a perfect place
Worth waiting for STOP return, don’t
Look back— forget Disco fever!

Seek toward that field of poppies
A nursery, tulips in spring
Follow the scent of sweet Iris.

dVerse, poetry

Me Myself and I

silhouetteIgnoring life offers freedom —
Sacred Solitude, and God speaks!
Reminding we are never alone so
When you see me walking down the street
Talking, speaking to me myself and I
Know I am never alone.
Didn’t you see my angel
Guardian standing there?

 quadrille poetry for dVerse 

Ah! Another Challenge, dVerse, poetry

His Masterpiece

DressedInBlue

Looking down into the Grand Canyon is scary indeed!
Looking up into the Niagara Falls, the Power of God!
I see His aura surrounding Him among His creations;
Totality gathers around His masterpiece, His mother!
Created especially for her role.
I think of her as my wishing well
With an antique rose in her hair
Upon it, a tiny dewdrop.
Without her, only a foggy harbor.

Prompt 

dVerse