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.
Ven. Archbishop Fulton Sheen (1895 – 1979)
I have a book of quotations from this beloved Archbishop, one for each day of the year, and this is the one for today. The book was a Christmas gift from my parents, who aren’t even Catholic, but they know how much I love this guy!
For One-Liner Wednesday, which doubles as JusJoJan day 5.
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.
For today’s SoCS: Resolve and day 1 of “Just-Jot-It January (JusJoJan).” Also linked with MVB: Ahead. I wanted to write a third quatrain, but it’s not coming.
Resolve to try hard every day,
And ask for help when I cannot,
Resolve with peace of soul to pray
Because God’s works are not forgot.
Don’t overthink the year ahead,
Today is a sufficient task.
There is much kindness done and said,
And peaceful times in which to bask. Continue reading
A set of 2 cinquains, linked with FOWC: Smooth.
I fall
In traps again,
Down into the shame pit
Holiness is not a smooth road —
Thankful
You are
Waiting again,
Patience never wears thin
Ready to set me back on track —
Calling
This morning, having filled up my previous poetry notebook, I started a new one. The first poem written in that book is an etheree about my new Advent Wreath. I was sitting right in front of it, so it was easy to be able to think of something. 😁
Inspired by the current prompt for the Friday Writings, even though I can’t link up because I already linked up something different yesterday. Warning: I am very honest in this post, so it might be depressing and/or distressing. I liked these pictures, found on the original post:
Dear 2021,
At the end of each year, I usually like to do a sort of retrospective and reflect on the past year: “What happened? How did I grow? What goals did I accomplish?” This is the extent to which that is going to happen.
What did happen this year? I’ve been unemployed since the start of the pandemic (was it only last year that things were normal?). I’ve tried to find a job, yet mental health and lack of motivation has hindered doing very much. I also don’t want to have to wear a face mask, and maybe people would tell me, “Just suck it up and do it,” but I just can’t right now.
So, “what did happen this year?” I certainly wrote a lot, and I prayed approximately a thousand rosaries. 🙂 That’s the redeeming aspect of this whole mess: the prayer groups that I’ve discovered, that I believe God led me to. Without them, I would feel more lonely, more alone, more useless — overall, even more crazy!
Another great thing is that, in October of this year, I got to attend a Latin Mass! The only other time I’ve been able to do that is nearly 5 years ago, and I was so happy to rediscover how beautiful and sacred and holy that was/is. Now, let’s hope and pray that our pope doesn’t try to quash it any more than he already has….
I suppose one thing I can be proud of is that this year, I survived 2 suicide attempts, in July and in September. Please, someone give my Guardian Angel a promotion.
In my usual year-end reflections, I also ask myself what I am looking forward to in the coming year. The image that is above exemplifies that, at least the best-case scenario. Not sure what I’m looking forward to, to be honest. The positive is that the prospect of the year 2022 doesn’t completely fill me with dread. The apprehensiveness is accompanied by curiosity, like, “What is going to happen next?”
I will definitely keep writing poems. I do that almost as often as breathing. My hope is to keep being a good friend and to love people. I try to make the world a better place because it is hard enough as it is.
And there you have it.
Yesterday was Gaudete Sunday, which means Rejoice, and it is when the third candle, the rose-colored candle, of the Advent wreath is lit. You can see an Advent wreath (not mine) in the picture below. That inspired this décima, for Ronovan’s challenge. It didn’t rain last night, but it’s really gray out today and supposed to rain very soon. Rain tends to make things more difficult for my emotions, but we’ll hope for the best. 🙂
In honor of Mary, the mother of Jesus, I wrote this cinquain. It’s no secret that we Catholics love Mary — some non-Catholic Christians think that we place too much emphasis on her, without realizing that she actually brings us closer to Jesus — and today is a special, holy day honoring Mary’s Immaculate Conception. Continue reading
It was not hard to remember to use today’s prompt words. 🙂 The poem I have is for MLMM’s “Saturday Mix.” It’s a very brief and fun form called an “Essence.” Here are a few that I wrote. Continue reading
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