Joseph Mary Plunkett

"I See His Blood Upon The Rose"

I see His blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of His eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows,

His tears fall from the skies.

I see His face in every flower;

The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but His voice -- and carven by His power,

Rocks are His written words.

All pathways by His feet are worn,

His strong Heart stirs the ever - beating sea.

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

His Cross is every tree.

"The Golden Book of Catholic Poetry" edited by Alfred Noyes - J.B. Lippincott Company, New York, NY 1946

John Hall Wheelock (1886-1978): "Exile From God"

I do not fear to lay my body down

                             In death, to share

The life of the dark earth, and lose my own,

                              If God is there.

I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might

                              Of colour and of sound, --

His tangible loveliness and living light

                              That robes me 'round.

If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim

                                We sink more near,

It shall be well -- living we rest in Him.

                                 Only I fear

Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse,

                                 And the dumb clod,

Lose Him; for God is life, and death perhaps

                                 Exile from God.

The Golden Book of Catholic Poetry, edited by Alfred Noyes, 1946

Amado Nervo

 "Cuando Dios Lo Quiera"

Santa florecita, celestial renuevo,

que hiciste de mi alma una primavera,

y cuyo perfume para siempre llevo:

Cuando en mi camino te hallaré de nuevo?

-- Cuando Dios lo quiera, cuando Dios lo quiera!

. . .

Poema del Libro "La Amada Inmóvil", 1947

Come HOLY SPIRIT Come

 Fill the hearts of The Faithful 

in JESUS name

Amen

🔷    ⚜️    🔷

Tobias and The Angel

Donald Justice : "There is a Gold Light In Certain Old Paintings"

1

There is a gold light in certain old paintings

That represents a diffusion of sunlight.

It is like happiness, when we are happy.

It comes from everywhere and from nowhere at once, this light,

          And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the Cross

          Share in this charity equally with the cross.

 

2

Orpheus hesitated beside the black river

With so much to look forward to he looked back.

We think he sang then, but the song is lost.

At least he had seen once more the beloved back.

 I say the song went this way: O prolong

 Now the sorrow if that is all there is to prolong.

3 

The world is very dusty, uncle. Let us work.

One day the sickness shall pass from the earth for good.

The orchard will bloom; someone will play the guitar.

Our work will be seen as strong and clean and good.

         And all that we suffered through having existed 

         Shall be forgotten as though it had never existed.

Donald Justice : "About My Poems"

How fashionably sad my early poems are!

On their clipped lawns and hedges the snows fall;

Rains beat against the tarpaulins of their porches,

Where, Sunday mornings, the bored children sprawl,

Reading the comics, before the parents rise.

--  The rhymes, the meters, how they paralyze!

Who walks out through their streets tonight? No one.

You know these small towns, how all traffic stops

At ten; the corner streetlamps gathering moths;

And the pale mannequins waiting in dark shops,

Undressed, and ready for the dreams of men.

--  Now the long silence. Now the beginning again.

Donald Justice "Collected Poems"  --  Albert A. Knopf. Inc  ©2004

Deo Omnis Gloria

 

The Rod

The LORD says

Arise,

Plead your case before the mountains,

Let the hills hear your voice.

Hear the rod!

Beowulf

Blessed is he

who after death

can approach

      The LORD

and find friendship

in the Father's embrace.

Lines 187-188

Charles L. Hall (1847-1940)

 Surely into the warp and woof of our North Dakota fabric, we can, if we will, weave a small red strand, not indeed bulkingly large, but enough to give a piquancy to the pattern, that future generations with a larger sense of humanity will appreciate more than the present.

Out Of A Stone

 

Story Board II

 

Con EL

 

Con el Padre Clementisimo

our arms wide open

embracing the nations

        el paisito

the hill and

holy bay

        de aguas acholatadas

glittering

courtesy of the setting sun

        In Blessing

 

Hallelujah!

me

 

for man to act as if his soul did see the very brightness of eternity

for man to act as if his love did burn above the spheres, even while it's in its urn...

. . .

in this a man a Seraphim exceeds

Gesù

 disse loro: "Non avete mai letto nelle Scritture: la pietra che gli edificatori hanno riprovata e quella ch'e divenuta pietra angolare"

The Book of Proverbs

Gracious words are as a honeycomb,

sweet to the soul,

healing to the bones.

In Thought

 

what a beautiful place 

Walt Whitman: "I Hear America Singing"

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day --- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Velero "Del Poeta"

 

navegando

En el Estrecho del Poeta

en los brazos del DIVINO

con una corona de Luz

Psaume

Le Seigneur est mon berger

je ne manque de rien

Benjamin Robert Haydon

 

Christ's Entry Into Jerusalem

Source Picture Wikipedia

Jesus

 

with me

in Jerusalem

On Tuesday

the LORD said, thank you for your time this afternoon.

Ozef Kalda, Leos Janacek and Seamus Heaney

 

Prayers

pour through my mind

 like sand down

through an hourglass

En Silencio

 

p a r a    n o    d e s p e r t a r    a    J e s ú s 

Angels Of GOD

 

I  LOVE  YOU

T   H   A   N   K      Y   O   U

Sacred Conversation

 

Are we done Lord... are we?

Just in case I'll be around

for a little bit more...

The Holy Name

 

J   E   S   U   S

Unlocked

 

He hath bent his bow

Isaia

"Il più piccolo diventerà un migliaio;

il minimo una nazione potente. 

Io, il SIGNORE affrettero le cose a suo tempo."

✝️

Revelation

I will put upon you none other burden.

But that which ye have already hold fast till I come.

And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations:

And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father.

And I will give him the morning star.

He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.

Behold I stand at the door and knock: 

if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.

De Brazos Abiertos

 

Uruguay

The Book of Psalms

 

Bless the LORD, oh my soul!

Hallelujah

🌼 ⚜️ 🌼

Written On A Stone

 

The Wedding Banquet

 

many are called, few are chosen

There

I will give you my love

Thank You Father Paul

 

I prayed that 

you might be strengthened

with all might

according to His glorious power

unto all patience and longsuffering 

with joyfulness.

. . .

 

Father Josemaría

 

Preghiera

 

Shakespeare

 

Thy sight is young and thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.

September 26, 2020

Endeavour

 

The other side of the argument was equally trenchant. As Edmund Burke put it in the Commons, few could have envisaged the human miracle that had happened in North America in little more than a century. He asked his fellow MPs to imagine themselves transported to the year 1700. Now, look westwards, across the Atlantic:

There is America -- which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men an uncouth manners; yet shall, before you taste death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world. Whatever England has been growing to by a progressive increase of improvement, brought in by varieties of people, by succession of civilizing conquests and civilizing settlements in a series of seventeen hundred years you shall see as much added to her by America in the course of a single life.

"Endeavour" by Peter Moore (page 282)
Garrard, Straus and Giroux, New York, 2018

San Marco

 

   Gesú :  Vedi qualche cosa?

   Cieco (apri gli occhi e disse) : Scorgo gli oumini, perché vedo come alberi che camminano.

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