March 19, 2014

Henry wher’d you go, I
thought I heard your
in that willow, my

eyes blind to you
in mind, yet
my heart
sees you move

across the floor your
gait, your groove
oh how I know
your pace, that face

so out of place in
this world we know
brother why’d you go and
leave me here, alone

if I could have you
back again, I’d sell myself
my life, my limb just
to feel your gaze and then

we’d be us
and you would see, the
whys of why
you couldn't leave

December 12, 2010

good and evil

" I think evil is always small, and that good is infinite. Evil closes itself to God and thus becomes even smaller; Good opens itself to God and thus becomes infinite. Evil cannot become so large as to fill even the universe. God became so small that He could fill Hell and then burst it asunder because it could not contain Him. Every good deed will have eternal remembrance, but even the largest deeds of the evil will be forgotten."
                                                                              Father Stephen


October 6, 2010

For Catharine


 Lord, make me an instrument
of your peace,
Where there is hatred,
 let me sow love;
Where there is injury,
Where there is doubt,
Where there is despair,
Where there is darkness,
Where there is sadness,

O Divine Master,
 grant that I
may not so much seek to be consoled
 as to console;
to be understood
as to understand;
to be loved
as to love.

For it is in giving
that we receive;
it is in pardoning
that we are pardoned
And it is in dying
 that we are born
 to eternal life.

St. Francis was born at Assisi in 1182. After a care free youth, he turned his back on inherited wealth and committed himself to God. Like many early saints, he lived a very simple life of poverty, and in so doing, gained a reputation of being the friend of animals. He established the rule of St Francis, which exists today as the Order of St. Francis, or the Franciscans. He died in 1226, aged 44. My beautiful Catharine was born on his feast day.


October 29, 2008

Paul Henry Whittlesey O'Neill

Passion of Mercy,
lead me on
through shadows crossing,
valley low
beyond the pale
of winter's snow
'til from the soles of hallowed feet
I rise triumphant vessel meek
to you-
eternal light divine
beautific vision

mine to own