Monday, November 30, 2009


You've been in love
with reflections,

Now, embrace
their origin.

Let nothing stand between us.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella

1. Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella
Bring a torch, to the cradle run!
It is Jesus good folk of the village;
Christ is born and Mary's calling;
Ah! ah! beautiful is the mother
Ah! ah! beautiful is her son!

2. It is wrong when the Child is sleeping
It is wrong to talk so loud;
Silence, all, as you gather around.
Lest your noise should waken Jesus.
Hush! hush! see how fast he sleeps!

3. Hasten now, good folk of the village;
Hasten now the Christ Child to see.
You will find him asleep in the manger;
Quietly come and whisper softly,
Hush! hush! Peacefully now he sleeps.

4. Softly to the little stable.
Softly in a moment come;
Look and see how charming is Jesus
how he is white, his cheeks are rosey!
Hush! hush! see how the child is sleeping;
Hush! hush! see how he smiles in his dreams.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Veni Veni Emmanuel

O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-star, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads to Thee,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come to lead us Adonai,
Who to the tribes on height of Sinai
In ancient times did'st give the Law,
In cloud, and majesty and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

i am a little church

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

~ee cummings

Monday, November 16, 2009

Let me be to Thee as the circling bird

Let me be to Thee as the circling bird,
Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings
That shapes in half-light his departing rings,
From both of whom a changeless note is heard.

I have found my music in a common word,
Trying each pleasurable throat that sings
And every prais├Ęd sequence of sweet strings,
And know infallibly which I preferred.

The authentic cadence was discovered late
Which ends those only strains that I approve,
And other science all gone out of date
And minor sweetness scarce made mention of:
I have found the dominant of my range and state -
Love, O my God, to call Thee Love and Love.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Friday, November 13, 2009


Hail, gladdening Light, of His pure glory poured
Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest,
Holiest of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord!
Now we are come to the sun's hour of rest,
The lights of evening round us shine,
We hymn the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit divine.
Worthiest art thou at all times to be sung
With undefiled tongue,
Son of God, giver of life, alone;
Therefore in all the world thy Glories, Lord, we own.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Prayer of Adoration

O God, let me rise to the edges of time and
open my life to your eternity;
let me run to the edges of space and
gaze into your immensity;
let me climb through the barriers of sound
and pass into your silence;
And then, in stillness and silence
let me adore you,
Who are Life--Light-Love--
without beginning and without end,
the Source--the Sustainer--the Restorer--
the Purifier--of all that is;
the Lover who has bound earth to heaven
by the beams of a cross;
the Healer who has renewed a dying race
by the blood of a chalice;
the God who has taken man into your glory
by the wounds of sacrifice;
Blessed be God
Let me adore you.

~ Sister Ruth, SLG

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Lover of My Soul

Ah Lord God, Thou holy lover of my Soul, when Thou comest into my Soul, all that is within me shall rejoice. Thou art my Glory and the exultation of my heart. Thou art my Hope and Refuge in the day of my trouble.

Set me free from all evil passions, and heal my heart of all inordinate affections, that being cured and thoroughly cleansed, may I be made fit to love, courageous to suffer, steady to persevere. Nothing is sweeter than love, nothing more courageous, nothing fuller or better in heaven and earth; because Love is born of God, and cannot rest but in God, above all created things.

Let me love Thee more than myself, let me love others as Thou wouldst have me do, let all I do show that I truly love Thee, as the law of Love commandeth, shining out from thyself. Amen.

Let Nothing Interfere

Go on with this nothing,
moved only by your
love of God.
And let nothing interfere
with this therefore
but persevere in this
consciously desiring
that you may always
choose to possess
God through love,
whom no one can possess
through knowledge.
For myself I prefer to be lost
in this nowhere, wrestling
with this blind nothingness
than to like some great lord
travelling everywhere
and enjoying the world
as if he owned it.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Hildegard von Bingen

Stem and diadem of noble purple,
you who are in an breastplate like enclosure
Blooming, you flourished in another transformation
when Adam brought forth the whole race of human kind

Hail, hail
from your womb came forth a new life
by which Adam laid bare his sons.

Flower, you did not sprout forth from the dew
nor from the drops of rain,
and the air did not fly round above you,
but divine clarity created you at the noblest branch.

Stem, God foresaw your flourishing
on the first day of his creation.
And from his word he composed golden embodiments,
Noble virgin.

How great
in strength is the side of man
from which God initiated the form of a woman,
made in the image of each of his features
and the embrace of each of his creations

Therefore the heavenly organs sound
and all earthly wonders grow,
praiseworthy Mary,
because God beheld you with such love.

How sorely it must be lamented
and bemoaned, that misery flowed onto the woman
by reason of the serpent's advice.

For this woman,
whom God founded as Mother of all,
devoured off his limbs with the wounds of ignorance
and created great grief for her kin.

But dawn, from your womb
a new sun comes forth
which cleans away all the delinquencies of Eve
and offers greater blessing through you
because Eve impaired mankind.

Therefore, salvation, you who offered new light to mankind
gather the limbs of your daughters and sons
as a golden matrix
to heavenly harmony.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Thank God Ahead of Time

"Blessed be God in all his designs"

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Angels in Art

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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Rorate Caeli

Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the Just One.

Be not angry, O Lord, and remember no longer our iniquity : behold the city of thy sanctuary is become a desert, Sion is made a desert. Jerusalem is desolate, the house of our holiness and of thy glory, where our fathers praised thee.

Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the Just One.

We have sinned, and we are become as one unclean, and we have all fallen as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast crushed us by the hand of our iniquity.

Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the Just One.

See, O Lord, the affliction of thy people, and send him whom thou hast promised to send. Send forth the Lamb, the ruler of the earth, from the rock of the desert to the mount of the daughter of Sion, that he himself may take off the yoke of our captivity.

Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the Just One.

Be comforted, be comforted, my people; thy salvation shall speedily come. Why wilt thou waste away in sadness? why hath sorrow seized thee? I will save thee; fear not: for I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer.

Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the Just One.

Monday, November 2, 2009

All Souls ~ Lux aeterna

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Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”  ~ Rainer Maria Rilke