Thanksgiving Day
I confess I have an early morning indoor prayer routine
at a love seat with a view, three windows side by side
Backyard, stonewall, cornfield and forest cannot hide
the beauty God just seems to play out in a daily scene
This morning’s fog embraced, surrounding everything
It made me think back to a memory I have often told
of a Catechist who explained divinity was to behold
For her it was an endless invisible mist worth collecting
Souls; vapor molecules, in total would fit into a thimble
But yet it surrounded, held and infused us all around
Imagination of youth turned to now what I have found
Now I know this mist, I know her story to be truthful
As the silky swirling haze began to leisurely diffuse
thoughts of souls I have known came to top of mind
I prayed for those in purgatory that it would not confine
and God’s face would shine on them in glorious hues
Saintly thoughts danced and sang like other times before
when Christ speaks without words to me in this way
I acknowledged back that today was Thanksgiving Day
The moment now in my collection with so many more
Truth be told, I find God everywhere within this mist
His touch, His kiss no longer just imaginations quest
I have surrendered to become the thimbles frequent guest
This morning merged two worlds in which we all exist
I am constantly reminded of the nature of God all around us as a CCD teacher (Catechist) explained so many years ago. Every time I am surrounded by any mist, be it taking a shower, in ground level fog or even flying in the clouds I find a truth that has at best a weak explanation in this analogy.
For further reflection: The God Gene –Time Magazine, Oct 2004
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Additional Thoughts about my Poetry
This site has written permission from New Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition (NRSVCE) to use Bible passages.
I believe my poetry fits snugly into the category of grounded mystical Christian theology. I have studied, written, and spiritually and physically applied this practical concept in my life for nearly two decades. I have never seen or participated in what some might call a vision or phenomenon. However, I appreciate that they may be a reality for the person or group, and God has provided them with deep consolation. For me, consolation is the beginning of a two-way relationship with God.
My own experiences are more intellectual in nature because I lean toward engineering and science. The reality for me is that God is always present because we are his tabernacles. We constantly miss His surfacing of lighter than a feather touch because we are a physical people. We talk about opening our hearts to this love, but techniquely, our intellect gets in the way. I have been trying to prove this virtually every day for well over a decade by documenting what I believe are grounded mystical thoughts in various ways.
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Prayer for young families:
Lord, let the young families of our communities get to know your joy, peace, comfort, and love despite the world’s distractions.
Peace,
Jerry