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Sunday, December 1, 2013

The Beauty of His Love

healing, illness 
joy, suffering 
success, failure 
birth, death
past memories, future dreams
 everything allowed by God 
adds to the beauty of His love for us

Sunday, November 3, 2013

ever

ever frail voice listlessly ringing  
ever fading misty memories  
ever wondering only a foto graf 
ever dissolving into space
ever a shadow heart piercing  
ever never understanding stinging dolor
ever faint echoes of laughter dancesong 
ever hopefully remembering

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Not Even Death

There are times when the pain of loss
is so heart breaking 
that Jesus seems far, far away,
but not even death 
can truly separate us from His love.
"For I am sure that neither death, nor life, 
nor angels, nor principalities, 
nor things present, nor things to come,
 nor might, nor height, nor depth nor any other creature
 
shall be able to separate us from the love of God 
which is Christ Jesus Our Lord."
Romans 8:38-39
Douay Rheims Roman Catholic Bible

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Always With Me

Always with me
in my apron pocket, 
in the glove compartment of my car,
in my purse or backpack, 
nestled in the jackets of my Breviary and Bible,
on the bulletin board in my kitchen
Always with me 
on my bedside table,
tightly held while I sleep
Always with me
in the middle of the night
whenever I am afraid, or hurt, or crying
or concerned with an improtant decision,
reminding me of Jesus' healing miracles
Always with me
as I walk with Jesus through a lifetime of 
blessings, trials, discernment, loss, 
abundance, graces, anguish, joy, indescribable peace,
praying that at the hour of my death He will be
Always with me
The Rosary is the Gospel Prayer
within which we contemplate the life of Jesus
through the heart of Mary

Sunday, August 4, 2013

His Holy Benevolence

following His narrow path
illuminates the hidden truth
that the world's yearning hopelessness
by consuming and engulfing, 
within its murky questioning smoke
of stealth, lies and guilded deception,
takes souls hostage,
relentlessly wasting entire lifetimes.~
when we choose Holy forgiveness and obedience, 
Jesus miraculously showers us with His compassion
embracing and filling us 
with the crystal clear assurance
that within the suffering of ostracism 
blossoms His enduring love and protection 
His Holy Benevolence

Sunday, July 14, 2013

"not conformed to this world"~about Camino La Mancha


PORTA COELI~GATE OF HEAVEN
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     As much as I enjoy walking, I have always enjoyed dancing. It's part of my cultural upbringing. Family celebrations were always highlighted by beautiful, colorful Salsa, the highly energized Afro-Caribbean music of Puerto Rico, Cuba and the Dominican Republic. At weddings, holidays, our daughters' Quinceañeras and spontaneous gatherings, even guests who were troubled with shyness or painful joints danced effortlessly when the music began to play. There was only room for smiles and laughter. Many times, we turn on the Salsa here at home and dance. I dance "the merengue", a Salsa dance.
      During one year, my life was repeatedly stained by the deaths of people close to me. For me, each death was so unexpected. I felt spiritually assaulted. La Mancha, "the stain", is the concept that arose within my psyche in response to the number of deaths that bombarded my spirit that year. I was rocked by prior deaths and losses which attached themselves to my heart each time a loved one passed. Death's ruthless unpredictability and inevitability were blinding headlights to my soul. I felt disoriented in my spiritual walk. The Holy Spirit synchronized my innermost steps as naturally as a Salsa dance partner. So, I began to walk "the stain". 
¡I Walk the Stain~Camino la Mancha!
     While my Papi was dying at our family home far away, one of the most influential women in my life was there. She posessed an inner, peaceful, unshakeable joy that permeated and transcended people and events around her. She had a gentle, calming smile and sweet laughter. Her laugh was like Salsa - a dance for the soul. As my Papi was slipping away from this life, she was there, among our family and closest friends. Her gentle presence had a special glow to it - just like the beautiful white rose floral arrangement she and her husband brought to us. I remember being taken aback by the serene beauty of the white roses. Their tranquil sweetness was a balm for the bitter pangs of death. Those roses were an encapsulation of her personality - steady, peaceful, surpassing heartbreak and tears with a persistent glow of sweetness. A lifelong friend of my parents, I always thought of her as my aunt although were were not biologically related. Her smile and warm laughter were always a reference point for me at times when turbulent events soured the flavor of my life. By the way, her culinary skills were nothing less than amazing! Being in her presence was always comforting. Imagine the sorrow of both of our families when she returned home to Jesus only three months after my Papi! I was greatly saddened that distance and expense prevented me from traveling home again to mourn her death with family and friends. 
      Staying in touch with loved ones, especially at these times, can be difficult. We may become unavailable to each other when we most need mutual comfort. Keeping busy masks what we feel. It's just too painful. Grief can be complicated. The stinging inflammation of old losses is rekindled with each new loss.
      I digress. Please forgive me. 
      
"La Mancha~The Stain" is the name I assigned to the inescapable losses in my life, past present and future. "La Mancha~The Stain" is something I can wrap my head around. It is tangible. I can emotionally "work with" it. A stain can have any hue, texture, depth, flavor, sound, rhythm or fragrance. It can transformed into colorful paintbrush strokes on the canvas of my days. In the right light, "the stain" of death might be a beautiful portrait of the soul's gentle, lovely, glorious emergence into the Beatific Vision. Death's shadows may obscure my view, but mine is the freedom to hope in Christ's victory over death!
     In my daily prayers, my soul recalls the joyful, uplifting qualities of each loved one who has passed on. The Holy Spirit strengthens my heart to embrace their spiritual encouragement. This also helps me to endure the anguish of perpetual losses which I face daily. I am so thankful that my Heavenly Father has allowed me to experience the immense love of all of these people in my life.
     So, as I dance the merengue~bailo el merengue, as well: 
¡I Walk the Stain~Camino la Mancha!
When life's events leave me wondering what to do,  
I try to rely on the advice of Saint Paul to the Romans:
"I beseech yo therefore, brethren,  by the mercy of God, 
that you present your bodies a living sacrifice,
holy and pleasing, your reasonable service
And be not conformed to this world, 
but be reformed in the newness of your mind 
that you may prove what is the good and the acceptable
 and the perfect will of God."  
Romans 12:1-2
Douay Rheims Roman Catholic Bible


¡Muchísimans Gracias~Dios te Bendiga!

Sunday, July 7, 2013

May Our Dear Father in Heaven...



have mercy on our country.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

La Primavera del Corazón


the Sacred Heart of Jesus
is Springtime in our hearts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Santa Maria, Mi Madre


Holy Mary, our Mother,
thank you for your love, intercession and consolation.
thank you for your perfect example, 
your heart filled with love for our Blessed Savior Jesus...
 
and throughout the darkest of nights
for never abandoning your children

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Divine Mercy Chaplet

"Jesús en Tí Confio"

"O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a fountain of Mercy for us, I trust in You! Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible, look kindly upon us and increase Your mercy in us, that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy will, which is Love and Mercy itself." This beautiful prayer is from
 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Linked Lost Loved

Linked lost alone in time and space
United to the Father in His Perfect Will
Comforted by His Holy Spirit
Long lost family dream stories
Re viewing golden edged fraying photos
Re memorings frozen in time
Re shaped tear frost encased branches
Re sprouting colors in warm spring breezes
Re counting wrinkled in scratchy tones
Re sung hymning deep in their souls
Long loved family rhyming legends
Accompanied by Mary, the Angels and Saints
Reunited to the Son in His Redeeming Love
Linked un~lost and loved in His heavenly grace

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Talking to Jesus

Sometimes talking to Jesus 
reminds me of logs in the wood stove. 
I keep praying,"adding more logs",
 trusting that in the Almighty's perfect time
He will ignite my prayers and
warm my heart with His love.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

joy, sorrow, love

the Holy Family's joy when
receiving gifts from kings
and sorrow
at having to flee to Egypt
all with perfect holy resignation to God's Will
hearts overflowing with gratitude and love
for their child, the King of Kings