Knowing by Padraig J. Daly

We know how stars divide,

How atoms race and run,

How the first explosion

Sent the planets hurtling.

How there is a maw in the spheres,

Lurking to swallow everything.

And miss the small perfection

Of a bird alighting,

Dilettante butterfly,

The oak over the river

Sheltering the sensitive fish.

And sometimes

If we fold ourselves

Into that quiet and wait,

The Other comes,

Touching us with madness

And certitude.

Victim of the storm

"If you work the words into your life, you are like a smart carpenter who dug deep and laid the foundation of his house on bedrock. When the river burst its banks and crashed against the house, nothing could shake it; it was built to last. But if you just use my words in Bible studies and don't work them into your life, you are like a dumb carpenter who built a house but skipped the foundation. When the swollen river came crashing in, it collapsed like a house of cards. It was a total loss." (Message)

“The way of fools seems right to them.” Proverbs 12:15a (NIV)

Built on sand.

Saved a few grand.

Until the storm.

Until the storm.

Financed by a sub-prime.

Plan to flip it in ten months time.

Until the storm.

Until the storm.

My love left me.

I waved goodbye on the porch.

As the storm approached.

As the storm approached.

Outgo exceeded income.

The neighborhood is turning into a slum.

As the storm howled its warning.

As the storm howled its warning.

The waters drove me up a tree.

The river drove the house to the sea.

And then the storm ceased to be .

And then the storm ceased to be.

Stuck in a FEMA trailer.

A failure.

Got foreclosed on the loan.

All alone.

A victim of the storm.

A victim of the storm.

A victim of the storm.

A Father's Love

“And behold, a voice from heaven said,

This is My Son, My Beloved, in Whom I delight!” (AMP)

(Matthew 3:17)

This is my Son.

This is my Boy.

He is the One.

Who is just like Me.

 

 

 

This is my Son.

This is my Boy.

He is Love.

Just like Me.

 

 

 

This is my Son.

This is my Boy.

He’s God’s gift to women.

He’s God’s gift to men.

 

 

 

This is my Son.

This is my Boy.

He is my joy,

In whom I delight.

 

 

Amen.

A Bible Study Prayer

May my beliefs

outnumber my doubts.

 

 

May my understanding

be reflecting in my praying.

 

 

May my studying

Renew my mind.

 

 

May each lesson

Aid me in my mission.

 

 

May each word I say in class,

Be the message You need said.

Amen.

The Life Everlasting

A faith-healing evangelist was asked, “Who goes to heaven?”

He would answer something like,

“Everybody who can stand that much love.”

And when asked, “Who goes to hell?”

He responded, “Only those who will have it no other way.”

Forever

Su casa es mi casa.

Permanently

The language of Truth is spoken.

Everlastingly

We are in your Presence.

Perpetually

We are shown love.

Continually

We drink Your living water.

Ceaselessly

We worship You in song, word and deed.

Endlessly

We will use and share the treasures
that were stored up for us.

Always

We will submit to Your Way.

And

Eternally

We are free.

Amen.