Sunday, November 2, 2014

ALL SOULS'  DAY


Poem for Today - Sunday - Nov. 2, 2014


FOR LOST FRIENDS

As twilight makes a rainbow robe
From the concealed colours of day
In order for time to stay alive
Within the dark weight of night,
May we lose no one we love
From the shelter of our hearts.

When we love another heart
And allow it to love us;
We journey deep below time
 Into that eternal weave
Where nothing unravels.

May we have the grace to see
Despite the hurt of rupture,
The searing of anger
And the empty disappointment,
That whoever we have loved,
Such love can never quench.

Though a door may have
Closed between us,
May we be able to view
Our lost friends with eyes
Wise with calming grace;
Forgive them the damage
We were left to inherit,

Free ourselves from the chains
Of forlorn resentment;
Bring warmth again to
Where the heart has frozen
In order that beyond the walls
Of our cherished hurt
And chosen distance
We may be able to
Celebrate the gifts they brought,
Learn and grow from the pain
And prosper into difference
Wishing them the peace
Where spirit can summon
Beauty from wounded space.

© John O’Donohue,
Pages 190-191, in
Benedictus,
A Book of Blessings
Bantam Press, London


Saturday, November 1, 2014

THE  COLD  FIELDS 
OF  NOVEMBER 


Poem for Saturday November 1, 2014


ALL SAINTS DAY


A solitary tree atop a mountain rises
straight against a cloudless sky, and I remember
what the medieval painters would have seen:
a cross devoid of depth, flat from head to foot,
from nail to bloody nail, all lines of vision ending
in the innocent agony of a dying man.
We can’t say what they saw was mere distortion
(any serf knew well the depth of hill and sky);
nor can we say they saw no beauty in the world
(like us they loved lush color, reds and blues and yellows
split by smoke twisting up through icy air).
We can only say they knew too well the limits
of the flesh and caught on stark flat surfaces the truth
that haunts me now in the cold fields of November.

© Warren Leamon
Page 30 in
Sewanee Review
Vol. 120, Number 1
Winter 2012

Painting on top:
© Andrew Wyeth,
Public Sale, 1943

Friday, October 31, 2014

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.

Poem For Today - Friday Oct. 31, 2014

THE DREAM

He had a dream
he had a dream
one day
Blacks/Whites
living together
in peace.
He had a dream
he had a dream
cut short
by a bullet
now a memory,
a page of history.
He had a dream
Yes, oh, yes
he did dream,
some people
don't understand
how dangerous
it is to dream.
He had a dream
one day justice
would reign
we would live as
brothers/sisters.

Dreams are dangerous
when the poor
believe, trust, love,
and are committed to them.

© Trinidad Sanchez Jr.
Page 54 in
Poems by Trinidad Snachez Jr.
Pecan Grove Press
St. Mary’s University
San Antonio, Texas
  October 31, 2014
SISTER  JEANETTE  NITZ  OP

Poem for Today - October 30, 2014


WHITE-HAIRED WOMAN

For Sr. Jeanette Nitz, OP

White haired woman
daughter of farmers/Wisconsin
years have made you
quiet, prayerful, wise.
Friend, sister, mother
to so many who were without hope
lonely, lost, friendless.
Without fear you shared
life, laughter, gentleness, love.
The first time you needed
directions to the jail;
it was the incarcerated,
and the conditions of the jail
that changed your life.
Confronted by the ugliness,
smells of oppression/pain
of your black brothers/sisters,
the poor
you begin visiting prisoners.

White haired woman
understanding their lives/stories
you move to become part of them
to advocate, to stand with them
for change, for justice.
Your anger at the conditions
 made you dream, one day
liberty would be proclaimed
to the captives,
prisoners would be set free
the poor would share the GOOD NEWS.
You've called others
to share your compromise/commitment
with the many in jail/prison.
You have also touched our lives
we will never be the same.

Fifteen years of jail ministry
not an easy struggle
like the white haired women
of revolutions
you remain a sign of hope
truly a companera!

Introducing you becomes difficult
 for words fail to express
to capture your life ...
I found I do it better with Spanish ...
… una mujer comprometida
de las mas comprometidas!
For the many who never returned
to thank you
for those who found gratitude
difficult to express
for all of us here tonight
we thank you for your life.

White haired woman
take your rest
reflect on those years.
Enjoy them. Pray for us,
that we carry on your task,
that we remain strong.
If I can glance into the future to time eternal, for a moment
I'm sure when you meet your Maker
Jesus will say:
White haired woman- !Companera!
Bienvenida -- Welcome.



© Trinidad Sanchez, Jr.
On page 62-63, 
From Poems by
Trinidad Snachez, Jr.
 Pecan Grove Press
St. Mary’s University
San Antonio, Texas


CAPITAL  PUNISHMENT

Poem for Today - Wednesday October 29, 2014


UNANSWERED QUESTION


WHY
DO WE KILL PEOPLE
WHO KILL PEOPLE
TO SHOW THAT
KILLING PEOPLE
IS WRONG?

It was a button Michael wore
convinced as he was
"the death penalty was not
the way to deal with life!"

Ironic ... our lives are penalized
with the death of friends
committed to justice and who love life.

Family, friends
young and old
gather for farewells/good-byes
to Michael ... to bear witness
that in their lives
they have known
a man of justice
a man of God.

Death brings us together
to sing, pray and ask questions
to be answered
by those left behind.
Questions
Michael wore on buttons
and burned in his heart ...

For Rev. Michael McGough
5/5/40 - 7/20/85

© Trinidad Sanchez, Jr
Page 60 in Poems
 by Trinidad Sanchez, Jr.
Pecan Grove Press
St. Mary’s University
San Antonio, Texas

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

WELCOME! 
DOES  ANYONE  HERE 
KNOW ME  AND  MY  NAME?  



INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this feast of the Apostles – Simon and Jude – is, “Welcome! Does Anyone Here Know Me and My Name?”

That’s the theme that hit me from today’s readings.

The Gospel has Jesus calling 12 people by name.

They were nobodies till somebody named Jesus – called them by name.

This unknown God – this unknown person named Jesus - went up on a mountain in the night and prayed with his Father – all night  - and when day came he called his disciples around him and from them he chose 12 by name.

What was that like – to hear one’s name called – by Jesus?

What’s it like to hear Jesus call me by name? “Esther, Edith, Eileen, Evelyn, Eddie, Edgerton” or whatever our name is.

The First Reading from Ephesians says we are no longer strangers and sojourners – but we’re fellow citizens with the holy ones and members of the household of God.  We’re part of the structure – the temple built upon the Apostles and prophets – with Christ Jesus himself as the capstone.

And this temple – this church – is still being built. We’re still in process.

Not bad – we Christians are connected – well connected with each other – with Christ to cap us all off.

LONELY AND ALL  ALONE

Yet, in spite of all that, sometimes we feel all alone – not at home – out of sorts -  not connected with anyone – anyone at all. Honestly, that’s how we feel at times.

Loneliness is not being alone – but feeling all alone.

Sometimes a person can be all by herself or himself – and not feel lonely.

And as someone said, “Sometimes loneliness is being in a room full of people and not knowing or being know by any one of them.”

To some the most important part of Mass is communion.

To some that means it’s just me – myself – and I – and the bread – and the wine – and I don’t notice or know those in the benches – or on the line – or with me in community.

To some communion means being in community – to be in eyesight – [Spell:] EYESIGHT – as well as in I-sight –[Spell:]  I-SIGHT – as well as we-sight [Spell:] WE-SIGHT -   with the people right here with me in this church or in a room or house or work space. They know me by name and some even know me – and when I come to worship God – I come to be in communion with Jesus in the bread and in the body of the bodies with me here in church.

I’m not just – just another me – I’m a we.

I’m connected.

We are the Body of Christ – member with member – Amen!

A COUPLE

A couple told me once, “I’ve been in the parish 8 years now and no priest” – and then they added “Nobody ever really welcomed us.”

After that I try to say welcome from the pulpit and the parking lot – in the back of church and in the corridor.

Once I said “Welcome!” to one lady. “Uh oh!” It seemed she got ticked at me – as she said, “I’m been in this parish all my life.”

Sorry to say I hadn’t really seen her ever before.

That’s a lonely feeling when one thinks one just put one’s foot in one’s mouth – or one feels the other doesn’t know where one is coming from.

It’s nice to be known by name and by face – voice and wrinkles – eye or eye brows – smile or scowl - and even more by glimpses of one’s personality.

There’s an advantage to sitting in the same bench in church when one comes to pray – and comes for communion. There’s also an advantage in moving around and shaking hands in peace with those we don’t know.

Communion – community – connecting - connections – feeling at home is the greatest of one’s richnesses.

And the opposite can be true. As Mother Teresa once put it, “Loneliness is the most terrible poverty.”

CONCLUSION

Today is the feast of Saints Simon and Jude – two disciples of Jesus – called by him by name.

I don’t know about you – but I fail regularly in not knowing another’s name – as well as being welcoming.


I guess the challenge is to keep working on it and maybe someone who feels like a hopeless case – will finally feel at home with others – starting with us. Amen.
SEARCHING FOR _____? 

Poem for Tuesday - October 28, 2014



YOU HAVE NO NAME


you have no name, no form
when satisfied, you’re like nothingness
when unhappy, you’re perceived as pain
in a breeze, a landscape
in memories snatches of melody, certain phrases
brief flowering and fading
blood and tears
the simple ocean, useless stars
and warm-bodied mammals
you are the beloved
you made and you shattered my soul
caused me to be born by chance in this world
to seek you out
and to die at last a willing death


© Han Dong 2003; 
© Simon Patton, Translation 2006