Inner Us

When faced with the day to day

We get use to doing things in a certain way

But at times when new trials arise

New approaches we must devise

And when the struggles are particularly great

Or tremendous struggles on our plate

It is then that we find the stuff

That is at our core and makes us – us

For if in our true strengths we do trust

Pressures will never our lives bust


Padre

Resilient


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Standing alone –

Resilient.

Bending, even swaying –

Yet unbroken – unyielding.

A model of composure –

Dignified.

Showing restraint –

Not playing the victim,

Something surely you ain’t!


Padre

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Good

Knight, Middle Ages, Armor, Shield, Horse, War, Templar
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Being against evil doesn’t make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide… I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you’re fighting.
–Islands in the Stream (started in 1950 but published in 1970) Ernest Hemingway

Be good for goodness’ sake

Don’t be defined by what you’re not

Your friend is one that loves you

A mutual enemy makes you friends not

Be good for goodness’ sake

Don’t on a band wagon sit

For virtue is not signalled

It is what is lived!


Padre

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True Power?

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Where does true power lay?

What o’er your life has control?

Are you the master of your own destiny –

Whether in part or the whole?

 

Was there power in that promise that was made?

Was strength really caused by the hair?

Was the physical might put on display –

In the thick ringlets you wear?

 

Did the promise made to God –

In Manoah’s wife’s fervent prayer

Mean as much to you –

As a Philistine’s bed to share?

 

You trusted in “your” strength alone

In the wit – in which you thought you showed skill

And yet for all your deceit and lies

Delilah’s was greater still

 

And why did you not seem to see?

Or become in the least paranoid?

Did her constant questions about your power –

Even once make you annoyed?

 

Did your lust and vain pride –

Blind you even before

Your shearing and capture when

The Philistine’s your eyes – out did gore?

 

Where does true power lay?

Does it rest in human might or the sword?

Are you the master of your own destiny –

Or does it come in the end from the Lord?

 

Judges 13 -16

 

Padre

 

August Bible Poem 4

 

 

 

 

Virtuous Character True

Nun, Cosplay, Cross, Vera, Religion

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Where shall we find forgiveness

For the lives that we live –

The decisions we make

And the excuses that we give?

 

I trust – with full-heart

That the good Lord “above”

Will overlook my failings

Through Jesus’ blood and love

 

But what of the others

In this “here below?”

Will they be so understanding –

Pardon to me show?

 

It is here that I must

Now earnestly resolve

To live a better life

My behaviour to evolve

 

For if I become a person

Of virtuous character true

I hope that I will never need

Require forgiveness from you

 

Padre

 

 

 

 

(The) Devout of Africa

Wool, Cat'S Cradle, Hand Labor, Crochet, Fluffy

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“I had some yarn in Africa”*

 

It is amazing what faith and determination can accomplish.

There are many, when misfortune befalls them, that will bemoan their lot and blame the world.  Others will turn to criminality or immorality to “make ends meet.”

This is not the story of one of those, but of a woman of faith.  Her’s was a faith in her God, herself, and in the principles of enterprise and thrift.

She had found herself in the situation of having to provide for her own needs, and those of her three children.  She had practical talents in arts and crafts, but little monetarily.  What she had – she invested; not in speculative ventures, but in real feet-on-the-ground practicality.  She knit, she crocheted, she fabricated slippers.  She above all believed in her principles.

She secured for herself a market place.  While only a stall on the pavement – it produced.  It produced income.  It produced an outlet for her creativity.  It produced an enduring example of what true character can achieve.

Through it all, her devotion remained strong.   Through her servant nature, her children were not only provided for, but believed themselves secure.  And secure they were in her love.

She had some yarn in Africa, but she wove more than mere crochet.

 

Padre

 

*With apologies to Meryl Streep