Catherine of Siena
Robert Lentz OFM, Icon, 20th century
JML-PLOGS poetic commentary is below
Speak the truth in a million voices. It is silence that kills.
Catherine of Siena (14th Century)
I won’t lie to you
I think this is shit too
And you can’t calm me— I’ll storm off
The desert is a much better place
When I yell into the night because my truth
And your feelings clash everytime
In this “optional” situation
You constantly attempt to stop out of convenience—
I know I can grieve my pain yelling at the wind
And yell into the night that nobody listened
That’s the last straw— fielding stupidity
Breaking my back— unwittingly
When you had everything in your hand—
I know it’s not fair— I’m exhausted
Oh please lie— say you care
I guess the Sphinx knew
She said I could yell too
I just stared back— befuddled by her listening
Humbled— I know I’m nothing— complaining about this worldly limbo—
Thinking this could be so different— if I was just in the flow—
And the Sphinx said, “Shalom”
As if peace was just that easy to understand.
I could see the Sphinx— lying prostrate in the desert sand.
Realizing she’s also at the mercy of life—
Noticing her giant, solid, presence— permanently prostrate — after 1000s of years
And she said, “Shalom” — again
The wind became calm
The sand settled— the cloaking night
Was a comfort as I sat down
Shalom, was knowing I’m not alone
Shalom, was a promising resound
Now, I just needed to know— what kind of Sphinx says, Shalom—
So, I asked if she was a holy helper?
Wondering— who is this spiritual servant and saintly voicer—
She said, “Saint Catherine of Siena.”
I just smiled back at that one—
An ancient massive prostrate Sphinx went with
The ultimate peace negotiator—
Heaven all the way to heaven—
Doctor of the Catholic Church—
And as if that wasn’t enough—
The Shalom resound— became The Hues Corporation singing— like distant angles,
Our love is like a ship on the ocean
We’ve been sailing with a cargo full
of love and devotion
So I'd like to know where, you got the notion
(To rock the boat), don't rock the boat baby
(Rock the boat), don't tip the boat over
And while I know I’m not God and the Sphinx isn’t God—
God was in that sound— Shalom.
I went to sleep.
Fully understanding— the Sphinx could see straight through me— and— SHALOM.
April 29th is the 40th Anniversary
Of my father's death and
The feast day for Saint
Catherine of Siena.
Why believe in God?
This article is for everyone who questions everything and wants tangible proof handed over for all of their questions. I’m not saying go be gullible— I’m just saying— you question God, you question tornado warnings, and you probably voted for Trump. Go find a way to believe without making us all suffer.
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Death Comes For The Archbishop
This is the most historically relevant book for what is happening at the US Southern Boarder.
Stations of the Cross pdf
Divine Mercy pdf
Chaplet of Saint Michael pdf
How to pray the rosary pdf
The Benedictine Rule
Benedict of Nursia
Further reading— from Joan Chittister
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The Long Loneliness
THE INTERIOR CASTLE
Saint Theresa of Avila
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Simone de Beauvoir
Death Comes For The Archbishop
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