Prayer à la I Try – Macy Gray

Games, changes and fears
when will they go from here

When will they stop?

Your love commits me[1] here
and we should be together LORD

…But we’re not

I play it off but I’m dreamin of you
I’ll keep my cool but for you I’m pining[2]

When I try to say goodbye let me choke
when I try to walk away may I stumble

Though I try to hide it it’s clear
my world crumbles when you are not near

Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

I may appear to be free

But what use is my freedom if
I’m not a prisoner of your love

I may seem alright and smile when I leave
But my smiles are just a front…just a front

I play it off but I’m dreamin of you
I’ll keep my cool but for you I’m pining

When I try to say goodbye let me choke
When I try to walk away may I stumble

Though I try to hide it it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Here is my confession
May I be your possession
LORD I need your touch
Your Spirit, love, kisses and such

With all my might I try
But this I can’t deny…deny…

I play it off but I’m dreamin of you
I’ll keep my cool but for you I’m pining

When I try to say goodbye let me choke
When I try to walk away may I stumble

Though I try to hide it it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near


[1] Cf. Prayer to one’s Guardian Angel.

[2] Cf. PSALM 84(83):2


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Nigra sum, sed formosa, filiæ Jerusalem; ideo dilexit me rex, et introduxit me in cubiculum suum.

PSALM 23 The Good Shepherd (Psalm of David)

The LORD is my shepherd.
I lack nothing.

In meadows of green grass he lets me lie.
To the waters of repose he leads me;
there he revives my soul.

He guides me by paths of virtue
for the sake of his name.

Though I pass through a gloomy valley,
I fear no harm;
beside me your rod and your staff
are there to hearten me.

You prepare a table before me
under the eyes of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil,
my cup brims over.

Ah, how goodness and kindness pursue me,
every day of my life;
my home, the house of The LORD,
as long as I live!

The story of the monkey, the animal lovers, the orange, the hunter, and prayer

I went to sleep and I dreamt.

This was my dream:

I found myself a monkey. I was hungry and I went in search for food. I saw what looked like a coconut tied to a tree. As I approached there was clamor from the animal lovers. They started shouting, some screaming that this was a hunter’s trap.

I was hungry.

As I got closer to the tree, I smelled an orange. Ah, even better than a coconut. The sweet smell was coming from the inside the coconut.

The animal lovers were still clamoring, but their  warnings no longer were foreboding and worse, to me, had had turned into a background humdrum noise.

I noticed that the coconut had a hole in it. I put my hand through it, felt inside and grabbed the orange. I tried to pull out my hand with the orange but could not. That’s when I spied from the corner of my eye a hunter approaching with a net. Still clutching the orange, I prayed out loud to be saved from the hunter…

I woke up terrified knowing that as the monkey, not only did I not get the orange, I lost my life…

–         Adapted from the homily of Rev. Fr. Kuriakose, Parochial Vicar, Maria Lanakila Catholic Church, Maui, HI, October 14, 2012, 28th Sunday in Ordinary Time.

Married to other people

There was once these two

It was said of them that they were true

 

Between them was a gulf so enormous

One hand had a rock so gorgeous

 

Yes true they were and they knew:

 

Bridging the chasm would lead to certain doom

With no return from the land of gloom.


Never sit down with a married woman,
or sit at table with her drinking wine,
in case you succumb to her charms,
and in your ardor you slide down to your ruin. – Si 9:9