Wednesday, June 22, 2022

LOVE THOUGHTS


“Thy love” runs the prayer; not so

think I.  Thou hast not love, for

Thou art Love; it is Thy very being.

Father art Thou: how may’st Thou be

Save by having children?  Such as I?

Yea, many better, some worse,

All thy children be.  Though some reject,

Despise Thee, O Jesus who died for me,

And rose in true Manhood, true Divinity.

How but Love art Thou, Holy Spirit,

Advocate, Assistance Divine,

Who giveth me Counsel, Comfort,

Strength?  Thou who art Gift,

Gift-Giver, Life's spring, Love’s flame,

Me sustain, as saveth Corpus Christi

A soul all His own, for Love it claims.

 POSTLUDE

I asked to be filled

With love for the Lord;

He took me at my word,

And now my soul longs

For Him, nor will be stilled

Until with Him to whom it belongs.

 

© 22 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia


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Sunday, June 19, 2022

OUR KING

John 18:36

Do you mock, saying, “Behold your king

where he hangs, nailed to a tree”?

Mock on, for by His will

on the cross He reigns still

held not by nails but love

that we may be

from sin’s thrall free.

On the cross He will remain

until He comes again.

We lift our hearts to Him above,

and His praises sing.

 

© 19 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia

 

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AFTER ST. PAUL

Philippians 4:6

My sufferings are marks of your love,

Beloved, the means of my salvation.

My soul, when you make supplication

lift your voice in thanks to Him above.

*

Shepherd who followed this straying sheep,

hold me close: in your arms may it come

to me, the falling asleep,

till you raise me to take me home.

 

© 19 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia 

 

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Tuesday, June 14, 2022

CROWNS

 “Love one another as I have loved you.” ~ Jn. 13:34

Your patience, Lord o’erwhelms

my limping mind: seven decades

to prepare it for swift sowing

since harvest time draws near.


Crown of thorns to interpret

sought I vainly; like a flash

was it revealed.  We name you King,

Christ Jesus, rejoice to place a crown

upon your head.  Ah, how we need

a crownèd king to make

our lives blissful – as each

imagines bliss.

Only humans, crowned by wish

or force, know how the gold,

the gems, as thorns begin to press

yet rarely speak out this truth.


Alas, of many reasons for thorn crown

forced on your head, my God,

is foolish wish for ideal king

in minds like mine, proud of pebbles

from shores of a sea of books –

Platonic ruler regretting

till The Mask of Apollo you lifted

to reveal how little I knew

true kingship: yours.

Your Love is your crown,

Your Kingdom a Heart

opened to draw us in.

 

© 14 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia


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Sunday, June 12, 2022

FOR TRINITY SUNDAY

ON THE HOLY TRINITY

St. Catherine of Siena: "O Trinity, eternal Trinity! Fire, abyss of love ...Was it necessary that you should give even the Holy Trinity as food for souls? You gave us not only your Word through the Redemption and in the Eucharist, but you also gave yourself in the fullness of love for your creature."

St. Pope John Paul II: “A great mystery, a mystery of love, an ineffable mystery, before which words must give way to the silence of wonder and worship. A divine mystery that challenges and involves us, because a share in the Trinitarian life was given to us through grace, through the redemptive Incarnation of the Word and the gift of the Holy Spirit.”

St. Francis de Sales (from a consecration prayer to the Trinity): “I vow and consecrate to God all that is in me: My memory and my actions to God the Father; My understanding and my words to God the Son; My will and my thoughts to God the Holy Spirit.”

CONSOLATION & REASSURANCE
Romans 5:1-5

1Therefore, since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.2Through him we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in our hope of sharing the glory of God.3More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance,4and endurance produces character, and character produces hope,5and hope does not disappoint us, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit which has been given to us.

Conclusion of Dante’s Paradiso, and translations

 Paradiso: Canto 33: ll 115 – 145

Ne la profonda e chiara sussistenza
  de l'alto lume parvermi tre giri
  di tre colori e d'una contenenza;

e l'un da l'altro come iri da iri
  parea reflesso, e 'l terzo parea foco
  che quinci e quindi igualmente si spiri.

Oh quanto e` corto il dire e come fioco
  al mio concetto! e questo, a quel ch'i' vidi,
  e` tanto, che non basta a dicer 'poco'.

O luce etterna che sola in te sidi,
  sola t'intendi, e da te intelletta
  e intendente te ami e arridi!

Quella circulazion che si` concetta
  pareva in te come lume reflesso,
  da li occhi miei alquanto circunspetta,

dentro da se', del suo colore stesso,
  mi parve pinta de la nostra effige:
  per che 'l mio viso in lei tutto era messo.

Qual e` 'l geometra che tutto s'affige
  per misurar lo cerchio, e non ritrova,
  pensando, quel principio ond'elli indige,

tal era io a quella vista nova:
  veder voleva come si convenne
  l'imago al cerchio e come vi s'indova;

ma non eran da cio` le proprie penne:
  se non che la mia mente fu percossa
  da un fulgore in che sua voglia venne.

A l'alta fantasia qui manco` possa;
  ma gia` volgeva il mio disio e 'l velle,
  si` come rota ch'igualmente e` mossa,

l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.


To God the Father

Great God: within whose simple essence, we

Nothing but that which is thyself can find:

When on thyself thou did'st reflect thy mind

Thy thought was God, which took the form of thee:

And when this God thus born, thou lov'st, & he

Loved thee again, with passion of like kind,

(As lovers' sighs, which meet, become one wind)

Both breathed one spright of equal deity.

Eternal father, whence these two do come

And wil'st the title of my father have,

As heavenly knowledge in my mind engrave,

That it thy son's true Image may become:

And sence my heart with sighs of holy Love,

That it the temple of the Spright may prove.

~ Henry Constable


Within the clear profound Light's aureole

Three circles from its substance now appeared,

Of three colours, and each an equal whole.

One its reflection on the next conferred

As rainbow upon rainbow, and the two

Breathed equally the fire that was the third.

To my conception O how frail and few

My words! and that, to what I looked upon,

Is such that 'little' is more than is its due.

O Light Eternal, who in thyself alone

Dwell'st and thyself know'st, and self-understood,

Self-understanding, smilest on thine own!

That circle which, as I conceived-it, glowed

Within thee like reflection of a flame,

Being by mine eyes a little longer wooed,

Deep in itself, with colour still the same,

Seemed with our human effigy to fill,

Wherefore absorbed in it my sight became.

As the geometer who bends all his will

To measure the circle, and how so e'er he try

Fails, for the principle escapes him still,

Such at this mystery new-disclosed was I,

Fain to understand how the image doth alight

Upon the circle, and with its form comply.

But these my wings were fledged not for that flight,

Save that my mind a sudden glory assailed

And its wish came revealed to it in that light.

To the high imagination force now failed;

But like to a wheel whose circling nothing jars

Already on my desire and will prevailed

The Love that moves the sun and the other stars.

~ Laurence Binyon trans.of Dante


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~ Dante

Saturday, June 11, 2022

CORPUS CHRISTI

 to R.B. 

If Lover and Beloved and Love between them

be the triune God, how great is His love –

the Father’s for His children –

that he broke open His heart

to send His Son

ever-wilful, ever-sinful

children to save.

So came it that Jesus,

true Man and true God

Incarnate, confines Himself

in frail roundel of Bread.

Pause I then to ponder

such Love Divine:

Jesus man of flesh

with the Father ever One,

comes to dwell within me

until that time come

when He takes me to dwell

in the heart of truest Love:

the Holy Trinity.

10 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia

 

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LUMINOUS MYSTERY

 to R.L.

Paschal Lamb who ere the Sacrifice

fed us with your flesh, your blood

given to redeem our souls,

repeated giving in persona Christi

when bread and wine a priest consecrates,

bidding us eat the Body, the Blood,

partake of God’s Lamb;

sanctify us, anima Christi

rooting out cause of repeated sin.

Priest and Sacrifice, Lamb of God,

final oblation, sin-off’ring eternal

on the Cross accomplished,

when your cry triumphant

in our minds echoes

from malignant foe

our spirits are freed.

In your pierced heart

our hearts conceal;

unite our souls with Him who gave them

life at the start, renewed every time

we eat your Body, drink of your Blood,

O Paschal Lamb.

© 10 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia

 

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Sunday, May 08, 2022

The Call

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
Such a Way, as gives us breath:
Such a Truth, as ends all strife:
Such a Life, as killeth death.

Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a Light, as shows a feast:
Such a Feast, as mends in length:
Such a Strength, as makes his guest.

Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
Such a Joy, as none can move:
Such a Love, as none can part:
Such a Heart, as joyes in love.

~ George Herbert

Thursday, April 14, 2022

LUMEN CHRISTI

 







Christ our Light!

May the flame burn bright

of my baptismal candle,

flame united with yours.


To oil in my lamp, O Bridegroom,

that is to light a welcome

to your eternal feast,

turn my pain, my fear.

Oil of patience, trust, of love

like yours, Beloved,

may it be that feeds my flame.


When Gloria! we sing,

long-silent bells ring,

black shroud slides off

the great cross we face -

as mine I shall when dark has fled.

O Morning Star that never sets,

when Death’s shadow you lift,

show my cross as the key

to life eternal  lived in thee.


Ah! come to me Jesus,

take me into thy heart

never more from thee to part.

As I ate lunch on April 12, 2022, a temporary bodily affliction without cause overtook me.  It seemed to me that Satan was ratcheting up his daily assaults.  When it was over, I said to Jesus: “Lord, you are allowing Satan to attack me like this because you love me, and love me so much that you trust me not to lose faith in you.”  A spontaneous statement not thought through.  This poem was written two days later.

 © 14 April 2022 by Ruth Heredia

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GOOD FRIDAY

THE PRIEST

I have trodden the winepress alone;

Of my people there was none with me. a

What are these wounds in Thy hands? b

I received them in the house of my friend. c

Said my Father, smite the Shepherd,

(and the sheep were all scattered) d

He who coheres to Me, my Son, the Word. e

I have drunk the cup that was poured for me;

I have laid down my life for my sheep. f


THE TEMPLE

Open wide the doors now,

- the veil it is rent –

For the One who comes, the Presence, g

Anointed of the Lord.

Earth quakes beneath His bloodied feet;

Sun’s face is hidden, angels awestricken;

For who has seen, who shall speak,

That which we beheld?

What men built for glory h

Men shall bring down for shame.


THE LAMB

My task is accomplished; j

My Blood the ransom pays. k

Lost the Ark, Covenant broken;

Behold I make all things new. l

Slain to save all, Gentile and Jew,

Raised high, and yet higher, m

Who beneath the Cross fell,

My Covenant of Love conquers

The Prince of hell.


NOTES

 a Isaiah 63

b Zechariah 13 

c Not “from” my friend.  Abraham was God’s friend.  The Pharisees and scribes claimed to be children of Abraham. 

d Jesus cites at the Last Supper.

e Consubstantial with the Father.

f John 10

g “Shekinah”, the dwelling or presence of the Lord in the Holy of Holies.

h Herod built for his own glory; the Romans brought it down to humiliate these “people of God”.

j “Tetelestai” the last cry of Jesus.  Greek for “to accomplish” meaning “I did exactly what I set out to do”, in the perfect tense, “It is forever done.”

k I Peter 1 

l Revelation 21 

m Reference to the prophecies about the Crucifixion, merged with a reminder of Philippians 2.

© 2022 by Ruth Heredia

 

 

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