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This being human is to me.
Many are, all called few chosen.
With God’s saving grace, dream to find.
Be not presumptuous but hope.
That city with many mansions
Will there be, I hope, one for me?
This being human, yes, a chance.
That city above reaches high.
Brimming with love for you and I.
The only way, one way, He said!
Being human means lasting joy
He paid the price, and now it’s free.
Going back in time is something expected as one age. This memory always comes to mind when I do this exercise, and I have often recalled it.
I could barely walk; therefore, I must have been about 24 months.
Knowing I couldn’t have been more than three. I remember walking outside with my mother and her lady-friend. I remember sitting down on the sidewalk and sitting there, sitting there.
My mother refused to pick me up; she kept coaching me to get up. After a few moments went by, but it seemed to me at that time a very long time. She started to walk ahead with her lady friend, leaving me to sit there.
Now that I am grown, I imagine she said something like this, “okay, just sit there, but I am going home.” The picture in my memory is; it seems as if she is far, far away; I am frightened — she left me!
I would not get up to run to her since she seemed an eternity away.
I can still see how tiny both she and her lady-friend were because they were so far away in my mind’s eyes.
In reality, they were only about 50 feet from me, and I know this because my mother would have never left me!
“And there were given to the woman two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the desert unto her place, where she is nourished for a time and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.” (Apocalypse 12:14) This prophecy fits the Church, which brings forth Christ into the world. The age we are living in today is again as predicted in — II Thessalonians 2:3 as the great falling away. Since the mid 60’s the Catholic Church has been dumbed down. The Vatican at present has an Anti-Christ . Yet, the Church is flourishing in small pockets worldwide, but especially here in America, the Eagle!
America like Christ appears dead, will rise again! To continue to nourish the Church while waiting His Second Coming.
After many years of seeking, praying and searching I finally found my way home in the Traditional Catholic Church, the difference is night and day.
U.S. the Eagle
Eagles strongest birds of prey
America tough
Beginnings and endings, a prompt, and today during my quiet time, early in the morning, an inspiration. I came to realize all mysteries have a common denominator. I am speaking of praying the rosary. But first, my first attempt at a Golden Shovel form combined with Tanka form.
by Robert Cameron Rogers —> https://search.yahoo.com/search?fr=mcafee&type=E211US1079G91398&p=Robert+Cameron+Rogers also, you can read his poem by scrolling down to the bottom of this post.
My Golden Shovel poem is composed also in Tanka form; the bolded words are from my selected poem (seen at bottom of this post) My Poem Titled “Beginning to End”
Bless this sacred string
Holy rosary of pearls
Held by links to count
The pictures of memories
Is but a prayer to learn
An exciting point of inspiration; while meditating on each group of mysteries, a common theme is hidden. Take the example of our prompt at dVerse is of beginnings and endings.
Ponder the last five decades of fifteen Mysteries of the original rosary blessed Mother gave St Dominic. There we see the number three along with endings and beginnings.
The Finding of the Child Jesus being lost three days also representing the ending of His childhood: beginning His adult life and purpose, “And He said to them: How is it that you sought me? did you not know that I must be about my Father’s business?” Luke 2:49
The Crucifixion of Jesus, His words, “It is finished” an ending! It was the beginning of opening the gates of Heaven. On the third day, He will rise again.
Next, we meditate on The Coronation of Mary. Her entrance into Heaven ended her earthly life but began her reign as the Holy Trinity crowns her Queen. Three, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
“And there are three who give testimony in Heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost. And these three are one.” 1 John 5:7
“And there are three that give testimony on earth: the spirit, and the water, and the blood: and these three are one.” 1 John 5:8
The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me;
I count them over, every one apart,
My rosary
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer
To still a heart in absence wrung;
I tell each bead unto the end — and there
A cross is hung.
Oh, memories that bless — and burn!
Oh, barren gain — and bitter loss!
I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn
To kiss the cross,
Sweetheart,
To kiss the cross.
My Creative Writing and Advice to all; it works for me.
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One day upon waking one beautiful morning with coffee in hand, I began to talk to God; sitting down to start my day, I imagined He was there too, enjoying His coffee.
I began asking Him to look at all the desires within my heart; whatever He sees there that displeases Him to “yank” it out and toss it far away.
I even imagined Him doing just that!
I continued with a plea to Him; please replace it with a beautiful flower, a flower of grace that would grow larger and larger each day. Reading what I have just written, I now believe! Since that day, I have made it a daily habit.
Why not when I believe it. While enjoying a helping hand in managing the garden deep within my soul with flowers, He planted there. Better than seeing a therapist, and it’s free!
My Tanka poem has a religious echo about A Tree!
The Yew Tree seem to live “forever” as Christ resurrected from the dead. Reported in The Times that a yew tree in the churchyard at Coldwaltham, West Sussex, had been confirmed as one of the oldest trees in England planted around 1,000 BC. NOTE: Image below is not necessarily the same tree as what The Times wrote about.
dVerse says …
Let’s get a little luny
Mother Nature about to deliver — TODAY!
Labor pangs travail wind howling in pain!
Mother Earth speaks through the long nights.
Bringing forth recovered life, never aborted.
Life continues to shift, and leaves fall, rain dances.
Cold disturbs the heat, but look at the moon!
The moon so polished, large, and gleaming, we wonder!
From here to eternity, it shimmers, from my house to yours.
One more gift from God
That glow; it never burns out
Vigilant night eye!
Inspired by
Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves? The word today from dVerse is EAVESDROPPING a post in only 44 words
Okay, hear this.
One day a forever ago
while straining my ears
trying ever so hard to
listen to my granddaughter’s
very dull conversation.
“Don’t you have anything
better to do?” I asked myself.
Not to mention I felt guilty too!
Read a challenge today; although I feel “despondent” the prompt word, my first notion was to pass. Feeling sort of blue, because it is someone’s birthday, Aug.13th! A few hours later I read on dVerse a challenge and thought hmmm! I closed my eyes, with my fingers as my voice I spoke hidden words.
August 13th
Today, so long ago my husband was born, eighty-one years!
I didn’t know him at that time, I wasn’t even here, there or anywhere.
His life came and went, gone now, but lives somewhere else I know.
Someday I will follow him, as I did when he came to be. I followed him then, and I will follow him again in eternity.
