exitus acta probat


And reflected darkly,
This person, this place,
This paralysis of my soul in a state
I deem final.
I know when I’m licked.
I see little and know little,
By seeming binary binoculars
Ones and zeros, codes and pixels,
This or that, no others.
And the same seems true of my sisters and brothers.

“We are here, we are here!”
It’s the cry of the crumb,
The doxology of dust,
To reach out and seek bigger beings to trust,
Raised in utter awareness of us as we are,
Tiny specks in a void.
Molecules. Stars.
We are Here,
And this “There” is fairy tale rot
Of beggars named princes,
Of rich men named not.
This Reversal is real to all who can see
The God behind flesh,
The Christ within me.

Wait awhile, wanderers,
Just beyond that door
Is fire for the deaf of heart,
And mercy for the poor.

“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores. The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’ But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’ He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’ Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’ ‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’ He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’” – Luke 16:19‭-‬31

(Liturgical poetry during ordinary time after Pentecost is inspired by the parables of Luke.)

Words for the Church: Ordinary Time
something fearsome
gold dust prayer
lamps alike
eat the song
ninety-nine reasons to stay
before you kiss him

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