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The lamp that lights all darkness, #catholic #poetry

The lamp that lights all darkness,
Is drawn from sorrow´s vein,
Angels tend its lonely wick,
To see its glow remain,
Its rays spark soft and gentle,
Its red bears many scars,
Hang in the sky like ruby stones,
Amidst the twinkling stars.
The Angel’s blessed scourges,
Are brought to feed the flame,
Tortures, sorrows, death and woes,
Brought in Gods holy name,
The lamp can e’er be followed.
But never can be found,
Always lighting higher paths,
Which lead to holy ground
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#poem for the #eucharist #catholic

I was fortunate this morning to have a Holy Hour with the Blessed Sacrament. I wrote this poem:

Appearing on the lofty altars.
Held in boxes locked with gold.
There appears love consecrated.
a sacrifice for young and old.

Protected by the law of canon.
Brushed aside by scoffers tales.
Sits a host within a chalice
A hope for man which never fails.

Hope of hopes we find him waiting.
Man of Sorrows what a claim,
Neither fame nor fortune wanting.
Ever waiting, ever same.

Draw close to me He’s ever calling,
Lay your hurts upon my breast,
Come and spend one hour with Me,
I will give you peace and rest.

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A #poem for #sunday morning #catholic #

I wrote this a few days ago, excellent poem for Sunday Morning:

A strain upon a lyre harp
sweeps a sound so low
That only those who gather round
Can catch its sweetness flow,

A strain which speaks of suffering
A woman’s heart is torn
As she watches martyrdom
For her son she mourns

A strain of sadness at the tomb
She searches for her dead
An angel pointing to the skies
Which dawns a crimson red

A strain upon twelve tender hearts
Who sit in upper rooms
And still the strain plays out its tune
From sadness of the tomb

A strain upon a sepulchre
A white robed body lay
The saviour rises, then appears
The rock is rolled away

A strain it sweeps his Mother’s heart
With gladness, faith and joy
And plays its tune eternally
For all who will enjoy

The strain is never ending
Through time and space it plays
The bloodied fingers of our saints
Keep it playing today.

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My #poem of today #catholic

This is one of my quickest poems, I wrote it in under 10 minutes this morning!

A strain upon a lyre harp
sweeps a sound so low
That only those who gather round
Can catch its sweetness flow,

A strain which speaks of suffering
A woman’s heart is torn
As she watches martyrdom
For her son she mourns

A strain of sadness at the tomb
She searches for her dead
An angel pointing to the skies
Which dawns a crimson red

A strain upon twelve tender hearts
Who sit in upper rooms
And still the strain plays out its tune
From sadness of the tomb

A strain upon a sepelchre
A white robed body lay
The saviour rises, then appears
The rock is rolled away

A strain it sweeps his Mother’s heart
With gladness, faith and joy
And plays its tune eternally
For all who will enjoy

The strain is never ending
Through time and space it plays
The bloodied fingers of our saints
Keep it playing today.

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Litany for Bro. Richie Fernando SJ #jesuit #catholic #martyr

I’ve written the following Litany which can be used for personal devotion. please remember its not approved for any kind of public worship And does not carry any eccliastical approval or disapproval.

Litany For Bro. Richie Fernando, SJ

For Private Use Only, unapproved for public recitation

Lord have mercy on us.
Christ have mercy on us.

Lord have mercy on us. Christ, hear us.

Christ, graciously hear us.
God, the Father of Heaven,
have mercy on us.

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,
have mercy on us.
God the Holy Ghost,
have mercy on us.

Holy Trinity, One God,
have mercy on us.

Holy Mary, Mother of the Philippines
pray for us.
Holy Mother of God
pray for us.

Brother Richie Fernando SJ
Pray for us

Friend of the poor,
Most humble and pious,
Model of young Religious
Heart full of Love
Shining Star of the Philippines
Servant of Cambodia
Friend of the despised
Servant of servants
Flower of chastity
Help of the scholars
Mirror of self giving
Friend of the disabled
Lover of poverty,
Defender of innocence
Model of bravery
Most desirous of hope

O Lord, deliver us.
From our selfish selves
Through the merits and intercession of Brother Richie SJ
Through his love of purity,
Through his sacrifice of life

Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,
Graciously hear us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,
Grant our prayers

Christ, hear us.
Christ, graciously hear us.

V. Pray for us, Brother Richie SJ
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.

Let Us Pray.

O God, distributor of heavenly gifts, united with this star shining brightly in the East, who gave up his earthly life saving others. Grant us a peaceful life and death worthy of receiving your grace.

amen

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#Poem for Paulmiki and companions #catholic #feastday

A martyr’s blood a garden tends,
the time is always spring
their blood it feeds the frosted soil
and melts the hearts within

a martyr’s blood does tend the soil
and lives eternally
to raise the young like nestlings
who shelter in its trees

a martyr’s blood does feed the birds
and all who call their names
to implore Gods saving grace
and all our Faith proclaims

a martyr’s blood it flows in streams
in gardens, mountains, climes
proclaiming death is not the end
a bell of life it chimes

a martyr’s blood within the vale
through thorny briars flows
and deep beneath all suffering
lies a Godly rose

Joseph mc  6 Feb 2018