Werevolves
They go on the stage these days and it seems very busy.
They squeak to snatch your innocent vote,
Stalking horses vow to make an utopia,
The poor pilgrims stampede in this magical theatre
And when they become statesmen
You get startle of their whereabouts.
* [Today for the first time I stepped into the Church of Saint Anthony Catholic community at Longbeach California, though I am a Buddhist I have a special regard on St.Anthony as he held the baby Jesus.When others worship I too knelt for morning prayers.'Oh! My sincere Saint this dark tunnel of life is too long as same as Longbeach and I have a little doubt whether I could see the faint light at the end in the given time.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Master, I would like to see that mountain again
Remember the old happy days
But nowadays really a catastrophe
As I haven't seen a bird, butterfly or a flower at all.
Someone has snatched my precious spring.
Living with a life's almost a threat
And I know the life is so short,
But there is little more time to live.
So, please blow me few air to my lonely bedroom
Hardly I could breathe through my shattered windows
That goes into my defeated lungs.
Master, I want to see that mountain again
But this time I am not able to climb with this wearied soul.
At least I could kneel down beneath the mountain
And recite this Psalm for the pilgrims' welfare.
'May the road rise to meet you,
May the winds be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.'
-Today in our Gospel St.Mark reminds us of that beautiful story of the healing of the blind man.I have heard this story about his healing in the past, but what touched me today was how loud he was in asking Jesus to heal him.-
From the desk of Padre Jose'.
October 25,2009
Saint Anthony Catholic Community.
Long Beach.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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the modern martyr in the kingdom of God
i've just seen the picture of a man
devout catholic
gunned down in broad day,
falling to the ground,
and declared another martyr for
mother church,
sooner he becomes a saint
because he died
to the hands of the fanatics
the unbelievers,
sometimes i ask myself if this is the only way to become
a martyr, the only way to be a saint,
(does it really matter if one becomes a saint?)
i guess, there is another happy child of God
who has worked for the church
who cooked faith, who served beliefs,
who traveled far just to show how good God is,
the happy child does not have to die
for God wants him to be with his side,
smiling and alive,
He too is a saint. He sowed happiness.
He did not plant guilt. He did not grown scruples.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its Been A Long Long Time
Its been a long time...
Since I held you tight.
Its been a long time...
Everyday in this fight.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
Since I've had a kiss.
Its been a long time...
You're pretty blue eyes I miss.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
This Iraqi tour.
Its been a long time...
I miss you so and more.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
Hot days with freezing nights.
Its been a long time...
Sunburned face, mosquito bites.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
Had a real bad day.
Its been a long time...
Lost some soldiers today.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
I suffer everyday.
Its been a long time...
For me to be away.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
For me to be alone.
Its been a long time...
No talking on the telephone.
Its been a long...long...time.
Its been a long time...
Since you heard me say...
Baby, my sweet darling...
I'm leaving Iraq today!
poem by Philip Lore
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The Priest with Christ’s Stigmata – St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcina
A baby boy was born
to Catholic parents both –
Father, Grazio and mother, Maria,
On May25,1887,
In Pietrelcina, town in Italy.
Fourth amongst the seven children,
He was baptized next day as Francesco,
After St. Francis of Assisi,
At Castle Church.
He was a special child of God.
The Forgione family
Was pious to the core;
They were just peasants;
Although, they could not read or write,
They kept God above everything:
Attending daily mass;
Reciting Rosary,
And fasting quite often;
They told their children
Bible stories and Scriptures
By heart!
Strong faith in Jesus Christ
Was nurtured in Pio
When he was only five!
He spoke to Jesus,
Mother Mary,
And guardian angel,
And suffered temptations
From devils.
When only ten years’ old,
He yearned to be a friar
Of the Capuchin order.
He joined the order
And took the habit
When he was fifteen,
And the name, Pio
After Saint Pius V.
At twenty-three,
He was ordained priest,
And said his first mass,
Four days later.
A month later,
He got the stigmata
Of Jesus Christ;
Unable to bear
The annoyance,
He prayed;
The wounds vanished
For a while.
Pio desired to suffer
Secretly.
Due to illness,
Pio was sent home
But kept his friar life –
Said mass,
And taught at school.
He went to the friary
Of Our Lady of Grace,
And led a holy, simple life.
Ordered to work
In the Italian Medical Corps,
He was unhappy,
But was discharged soon.
Pio grew up in piety;
‘Prepare for battle in the morning;
Purify your soul in the evening;
Pray, hope and don’t worry.’ –
Were his keys to spiritual success.
Pio prayed for the end to the World War;
He saw Christ and got a wound on his side;
It showed his love of God and vice-versa.
In 1918, he saw the wounded Christ
And received the Visible Stigmata:
The five wounds of Jesus Christ
Forever – a gift of God!
The wounds were painful
And bled from time to time.
For fifty years, he bore
The stigmata of Christ!
The blood had an odor of perfume;
He could Prophesy and foretell;
Bilocation was his unique power.
He read the sins of persons
Who came to him to confess.
Padre Pio became famous
So, did the Friary and the Church;
People flocked to see and confess sins;
Pio became very busy;
He’d barely just two hours to sleep!
Spiritual fame brought detractors;
False accusations were leveled;
They tried to curb his work-schedule;
They tried to transfer him afar.
Undeterred, Padre Pio continued;
The ban on Mass was soon reversed;
His faculties were soon restored;
He was also allowed to preach.
More pilgrims flocked to visit him;
He heard their confessions promptly;
Pio started a Medical Center;
A larger Church was constructed.
He’s known now internationally!
With over-work, he became ill;
And bed-ridden in 1968.
He died in the early morning;
As he’d foretold, he lived sick
But died healthy, at 81 yrs’ of age,
on September 23,1968.
With the stigmata,
All healed!
A lakh of people attended
His holy funeral!
His yoke though heavy,
In Christ became easy;
And his burden light,
When borne with faith in Christ.
The crucified Christ
Had chosen the lad
To be a priest,
And make Him glad.
He was declared ‘Blessed’
On May,2,1999,
And Saint, on June 16,2002
Both by Pope John Paul II.
He’d drawn a lot of souls,
Closer to God!
Padre Pio loved to repeat:
‘I’m a poor Franciscan who prays;
Prayer is the best weapon, we have –
A key that opens the Heart of God! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-19-2008
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A Valentine's Day Message
May the Valentine's Day spirit fill your heart
With love and joy on this special day.
A time to exchange messages - a spirit of love,
Sentimental verses sent in a poetic way.
Valentine's Day has long been a day of romance,
A sparkle of love glowing in the heart,
A tribute to your love one so precious and dear,
Where the tradition of Saint Valentine plays a part.
May Valentine's Day be extra special to you
With the beauty of red roses to proudly show,
And the symbol of a heart and cupid with arrow and bow
That will enlighten your heart with a festive glow.
May you have joy and satisfaction unending
Bestowing to love one jewelry, candy or flowers
To prove your sincere affection on Valentine's Day
With memorable, happy and unforgettable hours.
May those you love surround you
To share and cherish this Valentine's Day,
May the spirit of Saint Valentine, the patron saint,
Come into your life and forever stay.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Reason For The Season
The shepherds are lit
A star in the sky
On the outskirts of town
A new baby cries
No room at the end
No crib to be found
Oh but look at him now
He is the reason for the season
He is the light that shines on our lives
The baby Jesus born in God's grace
So we all might rejoice on this day
He is the reason for the season
It is a time for presents and toys
Tales of Saint Nick
Tidings of joy
As we celebrate the miracle birth
Oh right here on this earth
He is the reason for the season
He is the light that shines on our lives
The baby Jesus born in God's grace
So we all might rejoice on this day
He is the reason for the season
He's the reason for the giving
The joy thats never ending
That comes on Christmas morning in the eyes of a child
It's what it means to me and you
That's the true meaning of this time
Oh this time
He is the
He is the reason for the season
He is the light that shines on our lives
The baby Jesus born in God's grace
So we all might rejoice on this day
He is the reason for the season
He is the light that shines on our lives
The baby Jesus born in God's grace
So we all might rejoice on this day
He is the reason for the season
song performed by by Lonestar from This Christmas Time
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California Love
California love!
Chorus -- roger troutman
California...knows how to party.
California...knows how to party.
In the citaaay of l.a.
In the citaaay of good ol watts
In the citaaay, the city of compton.
We keep it rockin! we keep it rockin!
(dre)
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state thats untouchable like elliot ness
The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty.
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends.
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon.
Now its 95
And they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin
Lookin like I robbed liberace.
Its all good, from diego to tha bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a.
Chorus -- roger troutman
California....knows how to party
California....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of la
In tha citaaay of good ol watts
In tha citaaay of compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin
(dre)
Yeah, now make it shake! come on!
Chorus #2 -- roger troutman
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it, shake it baby
Shake shake it, shake it cali
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama
Shake it cali
(tupac)
Out on bail
Fresh outta jail
California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene
Im hearin hoochies screamin.
Fiendin for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa
Where cowards die, its our ball
Only in cali where we riot now rallies are live and die.
In l.a. we wearin chucks not ballies. (yea, thats right)
Dressed in locs and khaki suits
And ride is what we do.
Flossin but havin caution
We can lie with other crews.
Famous because we program
Worldwide
Letem recognize from longbeach to rose grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam
Its west side
So you know the row wont bow down to no man.
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from dre
Let me serenade the streets of l.a.
From oakland to sacktown
The bay area in bag down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
Chorus -- roger troutman
California.....knows how to party
California.....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of la
In tha citaaay of good ol watts
In tha city of compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin
(dre)
Yeah, yeah now make it shake...uuhhh
Chorus #2 -- roger troutman (2x)
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama, shake it cali
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it baby
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama
(west coast)
Shake it cali
(dre)
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh, yeah
Oaktown
Oakland definately in tha house (hahaha)
Frisko, frisko
(tupac) hey, you know la up in this
Pasadina, where you at ?
Yeah, ingelwood, ingelwood always up to no good
(tupac) even hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where you at ?
Yeah
(tupac)
Throw it up yall, throw it up, throw it up!
I cant see ya! (california love!)
Lets show these fools how we do it on this west side
Cause you and I know its tha best side
(dre)
Yeah, thats riight
West coast, west coast
Uh, california love
California love
Yeah
Chorus -- roger troutman
California...knows how to party. (yeah)
California...knows how to party. (where they at ? )
In the citaaay of l.a. (south central, uh)
In the citaaay of good ol watts (yeah, yeah!)
In the citaaay, the city of compton.
We keep it rockin!
We keepem rockin!
Just come on
Shake shake it baby baby baby
Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama
The richter scale
Talken about an earthquake on the richter scale
Mmmmmoooooooooooiiiiii
In the city of compton, city of compton
Where tha girls shake their booties
Shake it mama, shake it baby, shake, shake it baby
Shake shake it.....
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Out Of Time
(jagger/richards)
You dont know whats going on
Youve been away for far too long
You cant come back and think you are still mine
Youre out of touch, my baby
My poor discarded baby
I said, baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
Well, baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
You are all left out
Out of there without a doubt
cause baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
You thought you were a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you cant come back and be the first in line, oh no
Youre obsolete my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby youre out of time
Well, baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
Yes, you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
cause baby, baby, baby, youre out of time
I said, baby, baby, youre out of time
song performed by by Rolling Stones
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Try Me, I Know We Can Make It
Spoken:
I love everybody alright alright
You know it's a very very special day today
Because what a night tonight
Business is out
You're 'round
I'm here
Anything could happen
It's a magical mystical night
And you know you're also on a live recording
I want you to try me
'cause i know we can make it
Come on now yeah
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Now baby don't you think you should
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Now, baby don't you think you should
I just wanna feel your body close to mine
I just wanna share your love
And baby all the time
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Try me, try me, try me, try me
Just one time
Try me...
Oh try me baby you try me...
I want you to try me...
I know, i know, i know, i know, i know
I know, i know, i know, i know, i know
I know, i know, i know, we can make it
I know, i know, i know, i know, i know
I know, i know, i know, i know, i know
I know, i know, i know, we can make it
You've got an easy way to make me cry
My love for you
And i can tell by the hungry way you look
That you know just what to do
We can make it
We can make it
We can make it
Try me i know we can make it
I know if we try
Try me i know we can make it
I know if we try...
I love you la you really are
You're the greatest!
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Little Saint Nick
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Oooooooo oooooooo
Well, way up north where the air gets cold
Theres a tale about christmas that youve all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin out on his sled
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Just a little bobsled we call it old saint nick
But shell walk a toboggan with a four speed stick
Shes candy-apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Run run reindeer
Run run reindeer
Whoaa
Run run reindeer
Run run reindeer
He dont miss no one
And haulin through the snow at a frightenin speed
With a half a dozen deer with rudy to lead
Hes gotta wear his goggles cause the snow really flies
And hes cruisin every pad with a little surprise
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Ahhhhhh
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ahhhhhh
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ahhhhhh
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Shivering Beggar
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin!
An old gray-beard and the frost so keen:
I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine.”
He stripped off his gaberdine of scarlet
And wrapped it round the aged varlet,
Who clutched at the folds with a muttered curse,
Quaking and chattering seven times worse.
Said Edward, “Sir, it would seem you freeze
Most bitter at your extremities.
Here are gloves and shoes and stockings also,
That warm upon your way you may go.”
The man took stocking and shoe and glove,
Blaspheming Christ our Saviour’s love,
Yet seemed to find but little relief,
Shaking and shivering like a leaf.
Said the saint again, “I have no great riches,
Yet take this tunic, take these breeches,
My shirt and my vest, take everything,
And give due thanks to Jesus the King.”
The saint stood naked upon the snow
Long miles from where he was lodged at Bowe,
Praying, “O God! my faith, it grows faint!
This would try the temper of any saint.
“Make clean my heart, Almighty, I pray,
And drive these sinful thoughts away.
Make clean my heart if it be Thy will,
This damned old rascal’s shivering still!”
He stooped, he touched the beggar man’s shoulder;
He asked him did the frost nip colder?
“Frost!” said the beggar, “no, stupid lad!
’Tis the palsy makes me shiver so bad.”
poem by Robert Graves
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No One
I whisper words about you endlessly
Mostly to myself 'cause you make me believe
No one could ever love you like I could
There wouldn't be a day you'd feel alone
And never would there be a time you didn't know
'Cause no one could ever love you like I could
[Chorus 1:]
So if you'd be the one to share my dreams
I'd never let you go
If you'd stay with me
I promise you would know
Of all the times I reached out for you
Girl can't you see how I adore you
I couldn't spend my life without you
Please believe me I would never doubt you
I'll be the one to answer all your prayers
Anytime you need me
song performed by by Marc Anthony from Marc Anthony
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O Pulchritudo
O Saint whose thousand shrines our feet have trod
And our eyes loved thy lamp's eternal beam,
Dim earthly radiance of the Unknown God,
Hope of the darkness, light of them that dream,
Far off, far off and faint, O glimmer on
Till we thy pilgrims from the road are gone.
O Word whose meaning every sense hath sought,
Voice of the teeming field and grassy mound,
Deep-whispering fountain of the wells of thought,
Will of the wind and soul of all sweet sound,
Far off, far off and faint, O murmur on
Till we thy pilgrims from the road are gone.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Prayer to St Anthony for Lost Items
Saint Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the Special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find (mention Your petition) which has been lost. As least restore to me peace and Tranquility of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than My material loss.
To this favor I ask another of you: that I may always remain in Possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things Than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my Greatest treasure, eternal life with God. Amen.
poem by James Roberts
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It Has Come To The Time (Chiasmus)
It has come to the time
where everyone that follows Jesus Christ
must ask not
what can my faith, my church,
God do for me;
rather must ask what I can do as a follower
of Jesus Christ
for my faith, my church,
in service of Jesus Christ?
Where we must not only ask
where can I make a contribution
to them who are poor and unemployed,
but by our goodwill give food,
clothes and encouragement
to those who are poor and unemployed.
It has come to the time and place where Jesus Christ
must be the centre point of my life,
where I as a mere human being
must have Jesus Christ as the centre of everything.
This is the time where we
as followers of Jesus Christ
and of every good thing
not only must praise
integrity, honesty and sincerity as a way of life
and follow those whose lives are indicating to Him
like the compass to the pole,
like the pastor,
but where we in our own lives,
we must come to the full right,
where we as men and women must stand firmly
to that which is right, which is honest and good
like the compass needle to the pole
and by ourselves indicate the way
to Jesus Christ.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Saint Valentine defines Tough Love
When those you most love
die
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When those you have most loved
up and go, without a word,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When those you would most love
want nothing to do with you,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When you feel that all you need right now
is a little love, to change your life,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When you feel cheated by love
because it's never come your way,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
Trust me. It's not easy to become a saint;
said Saint Valentine.
XXX.St.V.
(revised)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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St. Anthony of Padua
A son of noble parents rich
Of Portuguese lineage
His Baptism name Ferdinand
Grew up fifteen of age
He never cared for lucre
He renounced worldly things
To follow Christ seemed greater
‘The Lord and King of Kings! ’
He loved the habit friars wore
Of St, Assisi clan
So, left the Augustinian door
To be a hermit man
He read the Holy Scriptures well
And preached and taught, they tell
His memory was indeed swell
Although he had turned ill!
The Lord gave him the gift of the gab
To Anthony, now named
His erudite speeches would stab
heretic’s hearts unashamed
He worked miracles so often
He found lost things quickly
He sermonised to fish even
Although he had ‘dropsy’!
He loved the poor brethren so much
He taunted crime doers
With hands of miracle a touch
He made them church goers!
His love of Jesus was too great
He loved a martyr’s fate
Poison didn’t work when he ate
His life was clean a slate
And when he died, most children cried
‘The Holy father’s dead! ’
All on their own, most church bells tolled
In Padua, people said
The hermit was made saint too soon
A year after his death
His earthly life was all a boon,
Until his very last, breath!
They say that baby Jesus came
And climbed upon his hand
He had a stick with live lilies
An icon of the land!
poem by John Celes
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Saint Valentine on Tough Love
When those you most love
die
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When those you have most loved
up and go, without a word,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When those you would most love
want nothing to do with you,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When you feel that all you need right now
is a little love, to change your life,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
When you feel cheated by love
because it's never come your way,
that's the time to speak in praise of love
(said Saint Valentine) .
Trust me. It's not easy to become a saint;
said Saint Valentine.
XXX.St.V.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Saint Jeanne Jugan (Foundress of ‘Little Sisters of the Poor’)
When four, she lost her father while at sea!
Her mother worked hard, raising family!
She grew in France amidst Revolution;
Her love of God was her life’s solution.
She cared for sick and poor elderly souls,
By assuming the humblest of earth’s roles!
Young Jeanne Jugan grew up a shepherdess;
Her love for Jesus made her a Foundress!
With heart aflame with fire of love for God,
She sacrificed her life for Jesus Lord!
Through exemplary life, she showed the world
That love of God was worth more than all gold.
The elderly poor needed love and care;
So, young Jeanne chose the road traveled quite rare.
Her charity became a noble cause;
She worked for poor without making a pause.
It was a time when violence was rife,
And begging was common by those in strife;
She followed Christ, carrying her cross of life,
And served the poor and downtrodden all life.
Her name was ‘Sister Mary of the cross! ’
All life, Christ Jesus Lord was her one boss!
‘Come to my aid, O God, ’ she prayed and cried
all life in humility, till she died!
A Saint for elderly and every age,
She wrote her life upon a golden page;
She saw the Lord in every poor man’s face,
And served God through her love of human race!
‘God wanted her all for Himself, ’ she said,
‘And kept her for a work yet unfounded! ’
On October eleven, two thousand nine,
The Blessed Jeanne Jugan became a Saint!
Dedicated fondly in memory of the Sister Saint.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-25-2009
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Whereabouts
Where is the missing one, the missing one
Where is the missing one, the missing one
There is a missing person that Ive just got to find
Now just how long they have been gone
I cant say at this time
I glanced outside my window surprisingly to see
The reflection of a broken man who looked somewhat like me
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
I looked inside an album of happy photographs
To try to match the feeling
In the joy I used to have
I travelled through the moments that held a special place
But everytime what came to mind is that smile upon your face
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere lost in yesterday with you
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what can I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere lost in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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