Friday, September 27, 2024

Not Alone Never Alone

 



🔷  ⚜️  🔷


Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Mayflower

 



Jeffrey Meyer: Birth of New England



Saturday, September 21, 2024

Robert Pinsky

 

At the summit of Mauna Kea, an array of antennae

Sensitive to the colors of invisible light. Defiling



The sacred mountain, they tilt and sidle to measure

Submillimeter waves from across the universe:



System of cosmic removes and fine extremes

Devoted to track the wavering nature of things.



Your father Adam known also as Makea, 

Your mother Lakshmi known also as Eve:



Both of them smaller than the width of a hair,

They ride astride matched tortoises on a road



Nine microns wide, following another Eve

And another Adam all in a skybound procession



Of mothers and fathers, all the Lakshmis and Vishnus

Tendering you their Cain and you their Abel.



The snow Papa and the fire Pele observe tainting

Antennae controlled by a hand in Massachusetts.



Innumerable names and doings, innumerable

Destinies, remotes histories, deities and tongues.


Somewhere among them your ancestor the slave,

Also your ancestors the thief the prince the stranger.


Each particle a thread of crazed pilgrim life

Passing as one tortoise mount pauses to tread


The emanation of a dead star still alive

And afire, back when the astral procession began.


Everybody by descent the outcome of a rape.

Everybody also the outcome of a great love


Ruth, Holofernes, Sappho, Abélard, mostly

Anonymous traveling a filament of light


Across the nothing between the clouds of being

Into the pinhole iris of your mortal eye ---



The heart of each telescope on Mauna Kea,

Is a tube finer than a hair on Vishnu's head.



On each hair of each Vishnu's head, a procession

Of subatomic tortoises crosses the universe.



In the skull of each tortoise in that procession

A faceted jewel attuned to a spectral channel



Where Kronos eats us his children, each contracting 

By each one's nature a micron suture of light.



Poem "Procession" by Robert Pinsky from "At the Foundling Hospital" published by Farrar Straus Giroux / New York 2016


Friday, September 20, 2024

Amena Divina

 . . .









. . .


Kahlil Gibran, "THE PLAY - Iram The City of Lofty Pillars"  (excerpt)

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Isaiah

 I will extend peace to her like a river

and the glory of the Gentiles

 like a flowing stream.


✝️


Friday, September 13, 2024

Full Circle

 




"Al pronto me ví inmersa en un Jardín ameno, 

donde las flores eran piedras preciosas."



PFG



Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Monday, September 9, 2024

Sunday, September 1, 2024

Meister Eckhart: "Always Kissing"


They are always kissing, they can't

control themselves


It is not possible

that any creature can have greater instincts

and perceptions than the

mature human 

mind.


God

ripened me.

So I see it is true:

all objects in existence are

wildly in

love.



Love Poems From GOD


Saturday, August 31, 2024

Teresa de Jesus: "I will just say this"

 

We

bloomed in Spring.


Our bodies

are the leaves of God.


The apparent seasons of life and death

our eyes can suffer;


but our souls, dear, I will just say this forthright:

they are God

Himself,


we will never perish

unless He

 does.


 

Love Poems From GOD



Friday, August 30, 2024

Saturday, August 24, 2024

Saint Bonaventure


Hi Saint Bonaventure can I give you a hug?


🔷⚜️🔷


Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

The Song of Songs



Awake north wind and come south wind! 

Blow on my garden that its fragrance

spread everywhere. Let my beloved 

come into his garden and taste

its finest fruit.



Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Petrarch

 

I saw the tracks of Angels in the earth.

The beauty of heaven walking

by itself

on the world.



Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Psalm 18


He makes my feet like the feet of a deer

He causes me to stand on the heights

He trains my hands for battle

My arms can bend a bow of bronze


🔷 ⚜️ 🔷



Tuesday, July 30, 2024

Claraboya Abbey

 














. . .


My Kingdom is not of this world. 

If it were My servants would fight...

My Kingdom is not from here.


Everyone who is of the

 truth listens to My voice.


I can call on My Father, and

He will at once

put at My disposal

more than twelve legions of Angels.


🔷⚜️🔷



John 18:36 - 37 

Matthew 26:53


Salvation


Salvation belongs to Thee LORD 

Thy Blessing be upon Thy people


🔷 ⚜️ 🔷


Friday, July 19, 2024

At The Airport

 


To My Father's Arms

🔷


Sunday, July 14, 2024

Care Free






Thank You JESUS

Thank you Mother

🌼



Friday, June 28, 2024

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

The Song Of Songs


Flowers appear on the earth

the season of singing has come

the cooing of doves is heard in our land


Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Sunday, June 9, 2024

Henri J. M. Nouwen

God's light is more real than all darkness

God's truth is more powerful than all human lies

God's love is stronger than death


Friday, June 7, 2024

Thursday, May 23, 2024

Friday, May 17, 2024

where,


your 

Love 

has

brought

us

to

this

silence



Saturday, May 11, 2024

Sunday, May 5, 2024

Jesus said...

As I AM with Moses

I AM with you

🔷


Wednesday, April 24, 2024

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Friday, March 22, 2024

Sunday, March 10, 2024

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Monday, February 5, 2024

With Thee

 



continually

Thou dost hold my right hand



Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Friday, January 5, 2024

introducing Mr. Wheelbarrow


 

- so many stories to tell...

- I'm all ears my friend