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He’s Alive


Since it is Eastertide I decided to write a poem based around the Resurrection. It is super important to all Christians since the Passion, Resurrection and Ascension forms the basis of the Christian faith and makes sense of the whole New Testament. Without that, Jesus would be just another prophet.

He’s alive
And risen
We have a reason to strive
And keep on living.

He suffered
And he died
His heart sputtered
And gave out.

But no more.
Death has lost it’s sting
We know what life is for
What we are meant to be.

Love well and love all
Regardless of who they are
Love lest you fall
Into the darkness of sin.

He’s alive
Then and nore and forever
And we have a reason to strive
And keep on living.

A Journey


I make this journey all the time, every day in fact. Every time I sin, I have to fight my way back to Him again. I just hope that I’ve written this poem in such a way that other Christians can relate.

A dark place
No light
Nor warmth
No strength to fight
The clawing, suffocating damp..
Alone
Well and truly…
Not alone.
A presenc
A kindly being presents
Itself
Just in the corner of my eye.
I feel its light
Why won’t it answer my calls, why?
I walk
Then run
Clawing like a blind man
Searching for the sun.
I feel its Passion
I feel its Pain
And I feel it’s Love
Again and again.
So close, yet so far…
I abandon it all
My worries, my pride
And let myself fall
Into its arms
Warm and safe.
Bathed in a glow
That will forever show
Me the Way
The Truth
And the Life.

Sorry


I’m totally dozy and, therefore, I lost my notebook with all my poetry in it ­čśą

Therefore there shall be no poetry this week but I promise a double release next week to make up for it.

I also apologise for the late release and it will not happen again!

So I leave you with the gospel for last Sunday instead

Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep, and doves, as well as the money-changers seated there.He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves he said, “Take these out of here, and stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.” His disciples recalled the words of scripture, “Zeal for your house will consume me.”At this the Jews answered and said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered and said to them, “Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up.”The Jews said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and you will raise it up in three days?”But he was speaking about the temple of his body. Therefore, when he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this, and they came to believe the scripture and the word Jesus had spoken. While he was in Jerusalem for the feast of Passover, many began to believe in his name when they saw the signs he was doing. But Jesus would not trust himself to them because he knew them all, and did not need anyone to testify about human nature. He himself understood it well.

He’s Bright and He Walks and He Talks


He’s bright
In a dazzling white
That makes sinners
Cover their faces in shame
That makes successes, winners
Of me and us all.

He smiles
‘Come, stay a while’
He spreads his arms
And beckons me towards Him
He loves me despite my weakness
Despite my sin.

He walks
Right beside me and talks
And he listens.
He cares about my hopes and fears
My cares and aspirations
He listens and wipes away my tears.

Lent: part 1


Well tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and the Christian festival of Lent shall begin! So, as part of that, my poems for the next six weeks shall be Lent themed.

Lent is a time of prayer, and of quiet contemplation on the Passion, Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Lent and Easter is the most important of the year for Christians because it is on the Passion, Death and Resurrection that our faith is intrinsically based. It is what empowers and drives Christianity because it shows that perfect, self sacrificing love that God has for us.

I shall endeavour to explore that love each week and see what I can make of it. I will never be able to adequately express it (it’s like trying to fit an ocean in a walnut shell) but I will do my best!

Ashes falling
Days lighten
A voice is calling
‘Come to me’.
Eyes closed
A quiet moment
Call to mind those
Prideful times.

Cross is forming
Reminding me
Of times coming
One day soon.
From dust He made
This mortal frame
To dust He bade
Return once more.

Mind is free
Not a thought of darkness
Comes near me
Just light. Simply life.
I have no fear
Of the coming end
Not when I hear
That still, small voice.

An ashen cross
Adorns my head
I fear not loss
Nor pain nor death.
For my Lord is here
The road begun
The Passion is near
The Passion of Love.

To be a Catholic


This is a poem I wrote some time ago after one of the many disputes I have had with feminists about my faith versus my feminism. There seems to be a perception that I cannot be a proper feminist because I am a Catholic and this poem is a reply to that perception.

 

Catholic feminism:

An oxymoron?

Is Catholicism

So misogynist?

Teaching love of neighbour

Is that so wrong?

To do a person a favour

Is that chauvinist?

Perhaps some teachings

Appear at odds

With my feminist leanings.

But not so.

Sexual health

Has its root

In the spiritual wealth

Of Scripture.

But that is unimportant

In the face

Of giving thanks

To God.

Love all you meet

And all those you don’t

And always treat

Them like your own.

Love, love is what counts

That is the root of it all.

Ignoring that is tantamount

To ripping out my faith’s soul.

So do not tell me I’m not a feminist

Because I follow the Pope.

All true Catholics are on the list

Because of that Love.

To Catholics I say,

Pick up the cause!

Because that is the only way

We can follow Our Lord.

Women are God’s children

Loved by Him

Just as much as men.

Remember that.

 

Viva Papa!


Last weekend I went to World Youth Day in Madrid. Wyd is a gathering of the Catholic youth of the world started by Pope John Paul II in order for them to learn more about their faith and show solidarity with one another. This wyd was my first and it was amazing! There were, apparently, over 5 million pilgrims and there was such a carnival atmosphere. Anyway, upon returning I was inspired to write this poem called Viva Papa!

Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Long live the Pope.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Our blessed Church’s hope.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
You have known such strife.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Such a trying life.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
You know what is right.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
So don’t give up the fight.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Educate the young.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
’til God’s song is sung.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Sung in every soul.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Until mankind is whole.
Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Our Church, she needs you so.
So Viva Papa! Viva Papa!
Viva Papa! Viva!

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