Glorious Hope

Because of the resurrection,
Our hope is not in vain:
Hope – that Jesus’s Ascension
Can mirror our eventual raising,
The Spirit He sent bears witness
To this everlasting promise,
With Holy Mary, queen mother,
Among the firstfruits.

While I am not absolutely thrilled with this, I figured it was especially appropriate for Sunday. I was inspired by the set of Glorious Mysteries of the rosary. Hopefully Jesus and / or his mom like it.

This Terrible Sea

I wrote this poem a few days ago and already shared itΒ  with my church “grandparents.” They are biased πŸ™‚ but they really liked it! I hope this blesses at least one of you readers, as well.

Cast cares upon the Lord; He will sustain,
Upon this bed of loneliness and pain.
Hold fast to Him, hold fast to what is main,
Reward of highest worth shall be the gain.

Affliction shall not for forever last,
Soon this horrific hurting will be past:
Though this terrible sea is dark and vast,
The cross of Christ is as a sturdy mast.

Though now the way around is far from plain,
All the struggle striving is not in vain.

Photo by Taryn Elliott on


Brian’s prompt this week is faith. Probably most of my poetry has to do with my Catholic Christian faith, which is the most important thing in my life to me, but I try not to post about it too too much because I don’t want my poems to be too niche. This morning I wrote this cinquain (I have been writing a lot of cinquains lately).

City of God
Of which we’re citizens,
We live hearing you calling us

road landscape field summer
Photo by Charl Durand on

I like the picture above because of the sense of a long road and a journey, However, one’s faith journey, like all of life, never actually looks like this path. πŸ™‚ It’s much more winding and often uphill.

Lux in Tenebris

It’s a day late for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, so here I am with “See-it-again Saturday.”Β  πŸ™‚ This time I skimmed through my archives for past Junes, especially for poems written around this same date (June 10th or 11th). I found several good ones, if I can say so myself. This chance to go back and read poems that I’ve forgotten about is quite welcome!I hope you enjoy reading. πŸ˜€

First, a tetractys, originally published here:

The key
To my heart:
It wants to be
Loved deeply, for itself, like anyone.

I was encouraged by Jenna-from-5-years-ago with this one:

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
β€” John 1:5

Words might be hurtful,
And rejection, might be mine,
But my God redeems it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Will my friends abandon me,
In this Gethsemane?
But God gets me through it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Amidst mean words,
I seek my Shepherd:
My lamp is lit,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Lastly, I wanted to link to this poem here, titledΒ  “Water Is Dry,” which I found intriguing.


For FOWC: Thrifty and MVB: Detergent, I wrote in a form called Juuichi (the Japanese word for 11), but I wrote 2 stanzas because one wasn’t enough. This is possibly cheating, but oh well. πŸ™‚

Washed —
Not with detergent,
With Christ’s sacrifice,
With waters of

Not thrifty pricing:
Blood and suffering
To bestow new

religious artwork
Photo by Pixabay on


The writing part of my brain (which is most of my brain, at this point), has been active today, so I’ve got this reverse etheree to share. I might even post twice today — working on a poem that requires a bit ofΒ  research! πŸ˜€

Risen Christ
Opens Heaven,
Rejoice and be glad
To know this endless day,
Leaving no place for shadows.
Upward movement: dead live again,
Corruptibility having been
Restored to everlasting radiance.

white clouds and blue sky
Photo by Ithalu Dominguez on

Sunday Happy-Ramble :)

Today is the first time I have participated in The Sunday Ramble, but as the theme is “Sunday, Monday, Happy Days” I thought it would be both fun and helpful for me to try it. πŸ™‚ The Sunday Ramble includes 5 questions.

  • What is at least one thing that makes you happy today?

One of the priests at my parish has a dog, a golden retriever, and I saw him and the dog this morning. The dog’s name is Mia. The priest joked once that her name is short for “Ella es mia, no es tuya” (“she is mine, not yours”). I love that dog, and most dogs, and she recognizes me and knows how much I love her. ❀ ❀ That doesn’t mean I appreciate when she jumped on me and got light-colored dog hair all over my black shirt, before I even went into the church building. πŸ™‚

  • What is one thing that happened last week that made you feel positive and happy?

I was really happy to see the chrysalis the other day and especially to write poems about it. Yes, poems, plural. I’ll share the other poems in a post right after this!

  • What is your positive personal mantra? (Mantra means β€œa statement or slogan repeated frequently” via Oxford Dictionary.)

I don’t really have one, but I like to say, “Jesus, I trust in You.” Especially when I am finding it difficult to do that! Fun fact: It happens to be Divine Mercy Sunday today.

Divine Mercy Image Vilnius

  • What is the nicest act you secretly did for someone?

Well, I can’t say, or else it would no longer be secret, would it? πŸ˜‰

  • What is one hobby you would like to try?

I used to be really into needlepoint, cross-stitching, and crocheting. I would really like to get back into those.

  • Bonus Question: What is your go-to song to belt out in the shower?

Although I love to sing, I don’t usually sing in the shower. The only exception is, when I was taking a singing class in college, I would sing whatever song I was practicing in there, in the hopes that other people in my family would be less likely to hear me over the sound of the water. I think my plan backfired.

Easter Monday

I shoved myself out of bed late this morning and wrote this:

He is risen from the dead,
She is risen from her bed.

Miracles look different 
To different people, 
For example

I haven't died yet. 
Not even once. 

A Quiet Day Leads into Darkest Night

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is fantastic: to write a “curtal sonnet,” Γ  la Gerard Manley Hopkins. The prompter explains, “A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it.” I LOVE Hopkins! My words are completely irrelevant next to his immortal verse, but I’d be honored to try this. πŸ˜€ Okay, fangirling over!Β  Now, let’s see if I can write anything.

Continue reading

Holy Thursday — Stay with Me

To all who observe Good Friday, have a blessed day! To everyone else, I still hope your Friday is good. πŸ™‚ As could be gathered from the title, I wrote this one last night.

Watch and pray –
the second garden,
preparing for the new tree,
undoing the grave fall in Eden –
stay with Me

wooden ostensory with lit up sacramental bread in center
Photo by David Eucaristu00eda on