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

Beauty is the Heart

Let me tell you a story about my friend.

This was the time when my friend lived on the Valley Isle

Who could enrich his terrible poverty of loneliness?

How could he fill the hours that were idle?

Then one day providence shined upon him

Into their very home he was welcomed

Thereupon on his lips broke a thanksgiving hymn

That family: their looks, living art

They were doubly blessed

They had true beauty. Their beauty was their heart.

folly

‘… . For it is from within, from men’s hearts, that evil intentions emerge: …, folly. …’[1]

I knew of a young lady who had gotten a child out-of-wedlock. I asked her how it happened. She said, ‘I do not want to talk about it.’ She paused then added, ‘so stupid…’.

A friend of mine heard a similar statement from his wife when they were going through a very rough patch in their marriage: troubles stemming from unfaithfulness. After a pause in deep thought, she said, ‘so stupid!…”.

I have often pondered…

CCC 1872 Sin is an act contrary to reason.


Most Holy Virgin answered: …

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“Dearest Mother, Most Holy Virgin: You are my Mother; please place me under your protection. You are my Health; please take me happily within your fold so that I may not wish for anything else. Let me hear you and understand well that even though I am your son, the most least, nothing should frighten or grieve me or let my heart be disturbed. Let me not fear any sickness or anguish and let me not be grieved nor be disturbed by anything. Let me not be afflicted by the sufferings and misfortunes of body and soul of my family and friends. Let them not die now from them and please procure their cure.[1] 

“Please intercede for me with your Son, my brother, so that he bequeaths me his own peace, that he gives me his own peace, a peace which the world cannot give, his free gift to me so that my heart will neither be troubled nor be afraid.[2]


[1] Cf. http://www.sancta.org/nican.html FOURTH APPARITION.

[2] Cf. Jn14:27