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cheerfullycatholic · 2 years
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At the bottom of a black dungeon, laden with heavy chains,
The cruel foreigner filled you with grief.
Not one of your friends took part in your pain.
Not one came forward to wipe your tears. Joan, in your dark prison you seem to me
More radiant, more beautiful than at your King’s coronation.
This heavenly reflection of eternal glory,
Who then brought it upon you? It was betrayal.Ah! If the God of love in this valley of tears
Had not come to seek betrayal and death,
Suffering would hold no attraction for us.
Now we love it; it is our treasure.
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stevierojas · 2 years
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Creation proclaims God’s glory.
His whisper is heard in rustling leaves, in the song of birds, and in lapping waters.
In the silence of nature the voice of God can be heard.
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fuckingwhateverdude · 8 months
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@nosebleedclub / sept. #9
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trickstersaint · 6 months
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in which you are seven years old and trying to dislodge the chunk of apple in your throat // october 22 2023
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fictionadventurer · 26 days
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NaPoWriMo #5: A poem inspired by a specific public-domain nature book
In this case, the section about the infinite variety of microorganisms.
Song of the Microorganisms
Praise the Lord, all you single-celled creatures! You bacteria and algae You diatoms and fungi Praise Him who brings you sun and sugars to feast upon Who makes waters and thermal vents for your homes He whose majesty is infinite Crafts and cares for creatures infinitely small Ever-generating life, the unseen throng Praise Him in endless, invisible song
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When He keeps quiet, who then can condemn? - Job 34:29
Psalm 102 - Semler / Half-light: Collected Poems - Frank Bidart / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath / Greywaren - Maggie Stiefvater
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girlyjesusfreak · 11 days
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you don't know this song? let me stream it for you. you haven't read that book? let me tell you about it. you don't know how to pronounce a word in my language? let me repeat it for you. you don't understand the lecture? let me bring my notebook. of course i will help you, will you do the same for me?
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traditionaldream · 4 months
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I want to slow dow, to be gentle to myself, to laugh with my entire heart, to wake up in peace, to be receptive to my own overwhelming feelings, to heal; you deserve to grow, to cry less about what doesn't matter and more over the good things in life, to accept the things I can't change.
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orca-soup · 1 month
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I do not want to hear about god from the saints. I want to hear from the sinners. I want to hear from the snakes and the spiders. What does the shark have to say about the merciful? What does the snarling dog think of the divine? I do not want to hear from the blessed About what the others lack.
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hood-ex · 7 months
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Sometimes I still think about an ff.net fic I read yeeears ago where the writer was Catholic, and she wrote this whole poem about how she was sorry to God for sinning, but the yaoi/smut was so good that she couldn't make herself stop reading it 😭.
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gracebriarwoodwrites · 10 months
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Must a saint close her eyes to all the humble and sublime beauties in the world? Musicians are taught to pray to Cecilia, who on earth would have ignored them in favor of her angels. Did she learn better in death? Now, does she bend an ear earthward aching to hear our slightly off-tune strings? Did she close her eyes seeking heaven when she lived, and does she wish that she spent that time wide-eyed in awe of the stars?
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littleflowerfaith · 1 year
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It was early and still in the night of June,
And few were the stars, and far was the moon
Over Old Hills and Far Away
J.R.R. Tolkien
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joy-haver · 3 months
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Blessed is the aging activist,
Old beyond repair.
Planting trees they will not see the shade of.
Holding what was there.
Beloved is the old ecologist,
Seeds saved for me.
Taking time to tell the story,
Lineage braided into beads.
Beautiful is the old AIM sailor,
Ghost dance at Alcatraz.
Carving trails before we walked the way,
Tying future into past.
Blessed is the old abortionist,
Self trained nurse Jane.
Changing course of shifting rivers.
She held us through the pain.
Beloved is the Catholic worker
His Blood on atom bomb,
Knowing above, below, are together,
And that heaven is earth-to-come.
Beautiful is the old musician,
Protest song on tongue,
Taking the time to tell the story,
Of what has and will come.
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fuckingwhateverdude · 4 months
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1.16.24
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trickstersaint · 11 months
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a present for your first confession // june 4 2023
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fictionadventurer · 16 days
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NaPoWriMo #15: A poem of at least ten lines where all lines start with the same word
Because
Because man doubted God, he ate the apple. Because man sinned, the garden gates were barred. Because Abram showed faith, God promised glory Because his sons would outnumber the stars.
Because they cried, God led them out of Egypt. Because He swept the sea, they passed dry-shod. Because they sinned, He gave them the commandments Because the Law helps man relate to God.
Because they feared the giant, God sent David. Because the shepherd trusted, he was king. Because the kingdom fell, God vowed salvation Because a savior from this stump would spring.
Because the virgin loved, she gave her fiat. Because she did, the Word became a man. Because she asked, her son made wine from water Because it was a sign of God's great plan.
Because the crowds were lost, He came and taught them. Because they starved, He gave them holy bread. Because the sick believed in Him, He healed them. Because they died, He raised them from the dead.
Because He was betrayed, He was arrested. Because He claimed God's name, they struck Him down. Because He claimed to be a king, they scourged Him. Because they mocked, He wore a thorn-filled crown.
Because the crowds demanded it, they hung Him. Because He loved, He offered no complaint. Because it was the will of God, He suffered Because it would atone for Adam's taint.
Because He died, the world did shake and darken. Because He died, they laid Him in a grave. Because all hope seemed lost, his friends all sorrowed Because it seemed He'd lost his chance to save.
Because He was God's Son, He rose victorious Because He had defeated death's domain. Because the women came, they found Him risen. Because He rose, He will forever reign.
Because of all Your faithfulness I praise You Because You showed Your Love through years of strife. Because You rose, I sing with great rejoicing Because You give your people lasting life.
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