Category Archives: Poems & Quotations
Okay, Justin tagged me and as far as I can see, I must tell you 5 little or unknown things about myself in prose, so here it goes (eh eh!)
I figured out with 5-7-5 is, but as you can see, I make my OWN rules!
1. Push the veil back on mystery, and know that I love history
In the far misty past my own spirit was cast
A Dragon out of time, still finds her way to shine.
2. Sparkle and my red heart will sing, for I can’t deny I love bling.
Colors of the rainbow entrance me, eyes aglow
I do not collect bones but do collect rhinestones.
3. I love most the sand, wind and waves; this dragon misses and still craves
days and nights by the sea, I wonder if I’ll ever be
back in the warm sun and soar, to tickle my toes just once more.
4. I have a mean streak did you know? Enemy from within, my foe.
My dark side always here, apart of me I fear
All parts make up the one. Understand that, you’ve won.
5. My mind is so blank I cannot blink, yet I am not a Dink.
Where are they now, my two dink friends? Wish I could spy them with my lens
Can you guess I love new places, new scenes, new eats, new towns and faces?
[clearing mucous throat]
I tag Robert
I tag seandbe
This is something I found a few years ago on the internet. I do write my own poetry when I get inspired, but won’t post it because it can be taken by anyone, just like I downloaded the one below. I liked it and copied it. I think it’s okay because I will not attribute it to myself… but I just don’t trust the common person out there to expose my own work. Tell me, am I being hypocritical?
So here it is. Unfortuneately, the person did not sign it.
Giving With Love
The more we make gift of ourselves,
our capacity for giving expands thousandfold
Love is meant to be given
No boundaries, walls or fences.
Not to be buried or given sparingly
A wonderful thing happens
The more love you give away,
it comes back.
Give your cup to those who thirst
and more still, without hesitation
Let them drink it all.
it’s full again.
“Seeing the truth about our own ego is not usually an easy or comfortable process. We spend a lot of time building up and defending this “I” as if it had a real stability and substance. In fact this “I” is really a process with very little real continuity other than the stream of stresses and strains that has shaped it.
“When we become committed to leading a spiritual life, to growing and opening ourselves to change and uncertainty, the ego reacts with fear and resistance. If we let this agitation dominate our awareness we will not only find change impossible, we will eventually cut off the nourishment for our spiritual development.
“The good news is that human beings are capable of remarkable personal evolution and change. If we look to the power behind the ego we come face to face with the same power that manifests this whole universe. In that vision and experience of the ultimate, the “I” is simply transcended.”
Sometimes the tools and inspiration come to us from out of, it seems, the air. This has been happening to me lately. The first time was last Saturday when we spent some time with my husband’s cousin. At the end of our visit, I changed Gabriel’s diaper and should have really left the room but lingered to check out her books. Shortly after, she came in and we started talking about spirituality, straying from the strict doctrine of the Catholic church. One thing led to another as we each had ownership of Linda Goodman’s books, “Sun Signs” and “Love Signs”. She also had “Star Signs” and a few others. She let me have 3 books to read, “The Red Tent”, which I thoroughly enjoyed and it only took me 2 days to read, AND almost bought several times. The other two are “The Seven Spiritual Laws for Parents”, which, BTW, she has no children of her own and told me that she believed that it was meant to be mine, even when she bought it, “You know how sometimes we buy things on impulse that we don’t really need?”; the other book is “The Mists of Avalon” which I never thought to even read because I already knew the King Arthur/Merlin stories. It seems that this title is told from the woman’s point of view. The 876 pages scares me a bit, but I am looking forward to getting into it.
Getting to the quote above. This comes from one of my own books that has been hiding for a few years entitled “The Open Moment (Reflections on the Spiritual Life)”, by Swami Chetanananda. I actually thought I’d given this book away as I had other new age-type books. My son finally ferreted it out for me, as he does ALL my books, and I started leafing through it. I noted the section on “Ego” which has got to be my biggest challenge in life. Yes, I do feel, very much so, the agitation the passage above speaks of. I find it ironic because of my early life spent being very insecure, with LOW self esteem. I often wonder how this can be, that I am being possessed of a huge ego, yet spend my life being insecure. I know there’s an answer out there, but I need to find it myself. Maybe it’s the child-like, immature ego inside screaming that I AM WORTHY and, like a child, takes more than it’s share when it gets the chance to make up for the times it is denied.
Why are my eyes stuck between awake and asleep? I am afraid to cross over that bridge leading to true Christianity, or maybe wishful thinking of what I think it should be. My priest says that we are all human and that we cannot escape it and that God knows this and loves us in spite of it. I do believe that with all my heart, even while I know we can never be totally like Christ, though we “strive” to be like Him. What does the word “strive” mean? Don’t we need to actually accomplish something when we strive for it; or is intention enough? I find it cannot be enough because we must find the strength to ACT on our good intentions and beliefs; and not only talk about it, or just “believe it”. It’s so easy to believe we have actually done something for real, when in reality, we’ve only just fantasized about it. I have found myself doing this very thing. An opportunity will arise and I envision myself following through. I will experience a feeling of satisfaction and it seems to stop there. I never took the steps to follow through with what I intended to; and part of the reason (or all of it) is this feeling of satisfaction; as if I had already went through the whole process I created for myself. Maybe this is why you sometimes have to act without too much thought.
I find that I am a purist in a lot of things, and I take, literally, the words of the bible. I know that times have changed, but I believe that the same words apply to us, in this time, as much as they did back then in the early church…. And I am not just talking about ideas here; I am talking about literal scenarios. When Jesus said we should help others, I want to really go out of my way, but take it so far that it’s not physically safe for me. My example is of a time I met a homeless mother and wanted to get clothes to her but she had no transportation. I was actually contemplating meeting her father in a totally different neighborhood to give the clothes. Then I was thinking about taking her in… All good ideas, but I did not know this girl from a hole in the wall. She did have a “fiancé” (somewhere) and she had an 8 month old who had no clothes on his back, with winter closing in. Sadly, I was not thinking of the safety of myself, or my family. In the end, I never heard from her, so I donated the clothes to a shelter. It’s a pity that we must hold ourselves back like this. On the other hand, I could have turned into an enabler by doing for her, what she should have been doing for herself. I did give her information on public assistance out there, but I am not sure if she ever followed up on it.
If you are still with me, I’ll close with another ego quote from the same book. BTW, I am glad that I have this book. I now have a tool to help me focus on different things I want to talk about. Thanks for staying with me.
“What if the self that we understood we were yesterday, was the person that we had to live with from now on? What if that were true? It wouldn’t be pretty would it? It’s a wonderful thing to be released from whom we think we are, because who we think we are is really a fabrication.” ~Swami Chetanananda
The Lord hears the cry of the poor.
Blessed be the Lord.
1. I will bless the Lord at all times,
his praise ever in my mouth.
Let my soul glory in the Lord,
who will hear the cry of the poor.
2. Let the lowly hear and be glad,
the Lord listens to their pleas;
and to hearts broken God is near,
who will hear the cry of the poor.
3. Ev’ry spirit crushed, God will save;
will be ransom for their lives;
will be safe shelter for their fears,
and will hear the cry of the poor.
4. We proclaim your greatness, oh God,
your praise ever in our mouth;
every face brightened in your light,
for you hear the cry of the poor.
Here is a link to the melody if not the verbal words, but the sound is very beautiful. I’ve always loved this hymn. Had choir practice tonight, and this song is coming up this weekend. I am so happy! I am hoping that I will be chosen to lead it because there is nothing like doing this leading when a song oozes out of your being. What I mean by leading, is just standing up at the podium and announcing the title and number of the song, then lifting your hand up high to signal everyone to sing…. but it’s not a solo or anything… everyone sings. During Advent, I will be doing some of the psalms which will mean singing by myself for part of it… kind of scary, but the more practice I do, the more confident I will become.
This hymn has a kind of wailing to it. I am not musical enough to say, but I think the music is in the flats (b)… but very emotional sounding. I don’t have the hymn book in front of me right now to check, but I am pretty sure of it. Nope, wrong again. Just checked and this hymn is in sharps (#). Still very beautiful. I love to sing slower than our music director likes to play…. ugh. Singing slower allows you to hold the notes longer… AND… give more time for recovery if you lose your place! Little trick there.
Musically, I used to play the acoustic guitar… again, love the tones, melody. I officially labeled myself a rhythm guitarist because I played chords… mainly because learning melody, which means learning exactly where the notes are, which means having to KNOW what notes actually are, was just too hard much for me to learn. Still, I loved playing chords, too. Gabriel’s arrival pretty much put the kabbash on the guitar, but when he gets a bit older, I’ll whip it out so he will think his mom is cool.
She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all,
what it’s like up there
And they called it paradise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught ’em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought ’em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming”
Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God
And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it’s like up there
They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye ……………………………..~ Glen Frey, Don Henley ~
his is how I felt about this country then, and I still feel this way now… only it’s worse. Do any of you remember this from when it came out on the Hotel California Album>>> YES, a VINYL record. I could sing all those words with or without the record then and now. It really pierces the heart.
Tyler’s post tonight, Declaration of Independence, is about how we are seduced by everything we come across out there, whether it be the media, music, advertising. Just about everything is either directly or indirectly marketed to us and has the potential to change the way we think and perceive our world. I would recommend reading it because it’s well thought out, very clear and exquisitely expressed. Well, my post sort of goes in a different direction; but that is like me, starting off with one thing and drifting off into another. It’s where the flow of thought takes me, and I am a willing passenger!
Tyler’s message is different, but as I was thinking about it tonight, I remembered this song. Like people being seduced into thinking that this world is a paradise, but only for some people. We wear masks and do not see how much we are really destroying this earth. I am ashamed of much of our history, as an American and as a white person. We have trampled down the indigenous peoples of this country (and others) and it makes me sick. If that was not enough, we are also killing the land, and it won’t be long until it’s all over.
I have always been a pushover for good writing, and this is unbelievably great writing! Both the song and “Declaration of Independence”.
“Faith doesn’t get you everything you want! Thinking that we humans can trick the Divine into doing it our way is a belief. Sometimes it’s hard to know the difference. I have devised a little test to let me know whether I am operating from belief or faith:
If someone contradicts me, or believes differently, do I automatically and compulsively need to rally a scathing defense? Yes? That is belief! Can I fully trust that that the lives of others are also unfolding according to Divine plan? That living my life as a spiritual walk is the testimony I am qualified to give? That is faith.”
I just had to ping this quote from LIVING LIFE FULLY so that I do not lose it. Thanks, Naturalhigh!
“We walk by faith, and not by sight;
no gracious words we hear from him
who spoke as none e’er spoke;
but we believe him near.” ~~~Henry Alford (1810-1871)
The full text is here. There is music on that page, but the melody is not how we sing it at our church.
You may have guessed by now that I am very much musically oriented. Sometimes someone will say something, or I’ll read something that will trigger a “music response” and I’ll have to sing, in this case, write out the lyrics to the song that popping into my head. It’s something that has earned me the label of “weirdo” in some circles, but thank goodness I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care what anyone will think of me or my little idiocyncrocies. In the past, I stifled such urges within myself; but now I realize that it’s a part of me that I think is good and I like it. I don’t know for what reason I do it, but I am comfortable in knowing that it’s okay. If anything, doing it will bring words like the above to mind and I’ll have the opportunity to think about them.
I’ve come to know my faith as my own, private, life preserver. I would not be able to get up in the morning if I didn’t have it. Faith keeps me out of the victim mindset. My faith is believing that we are part of a bigger picture than we could ever imagine and whatever course of events I live through, is part of that, too. I have faith that my life means something in the grand scheme of things.
What are we actually looking for when we think of the Life after Death? What is so important that we feel that we must secure our passage now? I it’s different for everyone, but I have these visions of crossing over into another, totally different form of life. I like to compare it to the birth of a baby. That baby, who only knows the womb as it’s world for nine months, who, all of a sudden must cross over into a totally alien world. Chaotic world. I read somewhere that when we die, it’s much of the same. We are afraid because, though the concept of going to heaven is desirable, it’s the unknown. It’s our nature to be afraid of the unknown. We hesitate, we fret over it, we don’t want to look, we cringe. Then when we are there, we slowly get used to it and we adjust… or that baby did when it was born. I imagine that heaven is warm and fuzzy, but I am still afraid in many ways.
First of all, am I destined for heaven at all? Maybe I will be heading for that “other” place. Maybe that is it. Maybe I am not confident that I am going to heaven, and anticipating being re-routed at the last minute when I get to the pearly gates and I am judged. Can anyone be certain of where they will end up? Is it too conceited, or too presumptuous of one to believe they are definitely going to heaven; or is that a good, and positive thing? To be confident that you were such a great Christian that heaven was inevidible.
Maybe we are all headed towards a new, different world and our place in it is dictated by the quality of our lives here, on earth.
What do you believe?
he was drivin home one evening
in his beat up pontiac
when an old lady flagged him down
her mercedes had a flat
he could see that she was frightened
standing out there in the snow
till he said im here to help you mam
by the way, my name’s Joe
She said Im from st. Louis
and im only passing through
I musta seen a hundred cars go by
this is awful nice of you
and when he changed her tire
and closed her trunk
and was about to drive away
she said How much do I owe you
Here’s what he had to say
You dont owe me a thing
I been there too
Someone once helped me out
Just the way I’m helpin you
If you really wanna pay me back
Here’s what you do]
Don’t let the chain of love
End with you
Well a few miles down the road
The lady saw a small cafe
She went in to grab a bite to eat
and then be on her way
But she couldn’t help but notice
how the waitress smiled so sweet
and how she musta been 8 monthes along
and dead on her feet
No she didnt know her story
and she probably never will
when the waitress went to get her change
from a hundred dollar bill
The lady slipped right out the door
and on a napkin left a note
there were tears in the waitress’ eyes
when she read what she wrote
You don’t owe me a thing
I been there too
Someone once helped me out
Just the way Im helping you
If you really wanna pay me back
Here’s what you do
Dont let the chain of love
end with you
That night when she got home from work
the waitress climbed into bed
she was thinkin bout the money
and what the lady’s note had said
As her husband lay there sleepin’
she whispered soft and low
Everything’s gonna be all right
I love you, Joe.
I just read a comment about a post called Prayer Before Speaking over at Mormon Hippocrates, which is, by the way, a clever name for this man’s blog. I just had to post the lyrics to this song which applies to the comment thread over there.
Getting back to Tyler’s blog. He is a Mormon and a medical student… get it? I fancy that it goes deeper because Hippocrates was a Greek physician who had certain beliefs that inspired the Hippocratic Oath. He believed that the body should be treated as a whole and not just the immediate body part that was sick.
I believe that Tyler will make a great doctor because he goes a step further. He brings his faith into everything he does. He will treat his patients more than just the sum of their parts. He will treat them as human beings, not just a piece of meat or puzzle to solve. He knows that to heal a person, there is more than just the physical to consider, though that may be out of the realm of the physcial. Maybe that last sentence was going over my bounds as a reader of his blog for only a few weeks, but that is the feeling I get about him.
I like reading Tyler’s blog because, as a Catholic, I can relate on a Christian level and still retain my own particular faith… or sect or whatever. I believe that we are all the same, aspiring to be like Jesus.
This picture got put here sort of at the last minute… and believe it or not, was taken with a camera phone! This is our Church, Immaculate Conception Church in Elizabeth, NJ. See our choir area on the left, with two of our choir members talking. This was taken last Easter. I love the effect that the inferiority of my phone created of the cross at the top.
Got this quote from the GUD site. I just had to scoop it up and put it here, as well.
“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us ‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. ”
~ Albert Einstein
This is the stuff of who we are. Jesus is in us, we are in him, get it? We must strip away all the earthly things and seek the Father.
“For as in one body we have many parts, and all the parts do not have the same function, so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.”
As always, I feel a hymn coming on….. So simple, so beautiful
One Bread One Body
One bread one body; one Lord of all; one cup of blessing which we bless.
And we, though many throughout the earth; we are one body in this one Lord.
1. Gentile or Jew, servant or free, woman or man……… no more.
2. Many the gifts, many the works, one in the Lord of all.
3. Grain for the fields, scattered and grown, gathered for one, for all.
I really enjoy being in the choir. I tell ya, I’ve always been a ROCKER from the ’70’s on… and I still enjoy those songs and singing those songs. Heart, Meat Loaf, Eagles, Styx, Def Leopard, Led Zep, ELO… all those guys. But you know, I feel so at home singing church songs and I’m not ashamed to say that for everyone to see. The music, the sound of the music, just resonates all through me…. very emotional songs, whether it be Gospel or more traditional, like Amazing Grace or The Saints Come Marching In. Take the time to really listen some time.
I’ll tell you something else. It wasn’t until I started singing church songs (hymns) that my voice really got strong enough to handle those rough, raunchy “ROCK” songs, especially through practicing the slow, high ones.
TAKE A DEEP BREATH!……………………………. 😀
Wow… I am sitting here listening to Joe Frank on the radio, reading the story “The Runaway Bunny”. Wow, he just read the whole story. He had a problem with the same part that I did. There is a part that goes, “If you become a sailboat, I will become the wind and blow you to where I want you to go. If you become the wind and BLOW me, said the bunny, I will…. etc.” Well, it’s the part that says, “I will become the wind and blow you.”
HA… I was thinking the same thing as Joe Frank… Isn’t this supposed to be a bedtime story for little kids? I am sure that it’s pretty innocent, but still… I think about it every time I say it. Joe sort of changed it a little bit to make it nicer. HE says, “If you become a sailboat, I will become the wind and blow you all the way home. If you become the wind and BLOW me all the way home, said the bunny, I will…. etc.”
See, nicely put. In the end, mothers get what they want!
Have a carrot, said the mother bunny.
and so he did.
Hey. I need to get rid of a telephone book that I’ve had for ages; but I had jotted down, on the fly, words of wisdom that shall not be lost. I have written them below, a couple of passages that had effected me tremendously at a time when I really needed it. I am glad that it was things of this nature and not some demon book because, at the time, I could’ve gone either way. I’ve decided to write them here because of their great meaning:
“Existence is meaningful and therefore my life in self surrender had a goal. I am convinced life and all there is in being fully human- the pain, the joy, the beauty, the ugliness, life, death, laughter and tears are God’s gift to you. And the way you use those things and enhance them and make them work for all person-kind is your gift to God. Don’t make it less, as far as you’re concerned, than the perfect gift.”
~Leo Buscaglia “Celebrate Life”
“I don’t know who or what put the question. I don’t even know when it was put. I don’t even remember answering it; but at some moment I did answer- yes -that good old word “yes” to someone or something and from that hour I was certain that our purpose in life is to help our fellow beings. If you can’t help them, at least do not hurt them.”
I hear a big boom beside me that rattles me from the zen-like feeling I get from focusing on these words. I look down to find a solid wooden foot stool, overturned by my son. I don’t know, lately he won’t have that stool in any other position, though it’s four legs sticking up are probably dangerous to a toddler; and I keep righting it when he does that. I take a deep <zen-like> breath. Pause. I look at the stool, I look at him and I say, “Thank you, God.”