Fighting Allergies

For MVB: Allergic, FOWC: Pole, and JusJoJan day 9 (I might write about unicorns later 🙂 ).


I am not allergic to anything,
Except possibly negativity, as that
Can send me into a tailspin.

The rosary, especially with friends,
Acts as my necessary Epi-Pen,
True and trusting prayer a compass
Pointing to the soul’s North Pole:
Holy sanctuary where we are whole.

On Epiphany

Today is the traditional Feast of the Epiphany, when the Wise Men arrived to see and worship the baby Jesus. I wrote this Chaucerian stanza on Sunday, when the Epiphany was observed at Mass. The Magi certainly had a sense of anticipation as the journeyed such a long distance to find Jesus, and they were privileged to witness the unfathomable mystery of God becoming a human baby. 


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Astronomers who’d journeyed from afar
Rejoiced to lay their treasures at His feet,
Trusting there was a Light beyond their star:
True King and God, whom death could not defeat.
In Mary’s arms the Savior they did greet,
Their Lord, their great reward at journey’s end.
Now to all people Christ’s life still extends.

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The Edges of Janus’s Face

(a depiction of the Roman god Janus, for which
this month is named)

I wasn’t going to post this, but it does work for the Rimas Dissolutas prompt at DVerse, which I was / am really excited about, and it’s not that bad. 🙂 I am planning on trying to write one in French because this is a French poetry form.


Bitter tears greeted the new year,
Shortly before she went to sleep
Grudgingly, angry at Heaven
Which remained far out of her reach.

The next several days seemed to veer
In a hopeful direction: Keep
Trusting God, see what He’s given,
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Staying

For JusJoJan day 2, our word is “gobbledygook” (Glad to have spelled that right).


I’m going
To stay —
Even with
Emotions going
Up and down and
God’s plan looking
Like gobbledygook —
It’s a language
I haven’t learned.

Too often I speak
Fear and exhaustion,
Despair — but God
Is there to teach,
And He invites me
To listen.


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It Can Be Lonely

“Holidays” is the prompt for MLMM’s Tale Weaver from a couple of days ago. One of the questions that our prompter, Stephanie, asked is, “What do holidays mean to you?” so I wrote this sevenling.


In wider society “the holidays” means
Singing about Santa and snowmen,
Feasting with family and, above all, shopping

Whereas to many, and to me, this is the
Mass of Christ’s birth, the reason we
Sing and feast, joyously gift-giving

And it hurts when family does not see.

The Crib and the Cross

The first thing I think of when I look at the word “Memento” is always, “Memento Mori” — “Remember you will die.” Isn’t that such a fun thing to think about on Christmas? Thinking more about it, however, I realized it’s more appropriate than one might realize: Yes, today is a joyous day when Jesus was born, but He came into the world to save humanity, because everyone was lost without Him. He came into the world, ultimately, to die in a horrible way and then to conquer death by rising again.

As a newborn child, Jesus was placed in a manger — a place where animals ate from. This foreshadowed Him becoming the Bread of Life and giving us Himself.

I’m not a theologian, but that’s just what I’m thinking of, reflecting on Jesus’s birth and the fact that, because He is God, he knew the reason for which He came, even from the first instant. Even His birth foreshadows His death. Thankfully, “Memento Mori” does not have to be too dark of a phrase because death is not the end; death is only a new beginning.

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This is a photo that I took this morning before Mass. I was struck by the fact that, among all the Christmas trees and happy decorations, Jesus was on the crucifix. Interesting juxtaposition, yet very appropriate.

Merry Christmas to everyone, even if you’re not Christian! Happy day! 😀