"Listening to my Muse, Conversations w/the Holy Spirit III"

by Peter Menkin

The resurrection of the dead, you Almighty

blessed from eternity to eternity, say

"...in that age and in the resurrection from the dead

neither marry nor are given in marriage."

Pray,

"Indeed they cannot die anymore."

Mystery and wonder, can this be--the end.

As I wait this Advent, waiting on Christmas,

the beauty of the liturgy, the starry Eucharist,

the gathering of the congregation, what is desire?

I desire You; oh, my soul

I read the Psalms as St. Romauld suggests,

and my dear one Christ, which a Priest says,

offers wisdom's gifts of healing, too. Manifold graces, tears.

Morning day star, poem prayer for the day's start...faith

Thank you for stopping by my journal (blog). Again, some thoughts on the morning and the sense of how a day can begin. Every morning isn't like this one, but fortunately I can report that most mornings are good ones. In this poem about the start of day the end says the soul groans. I had some difficulty with the ending, for I thought what does that mean?

There is a kind of inner moment or moments where the sense of relation with the ultimate and Almighty God makes for a humility and in that an effort to live in the world and in the spirit. Maybe you have experienced something like this yourself, reader. I've titled the poem "Faith in God" for that is what the experience is about.

I am reading Evelyn Underhill's thoughts for Lent titled, "Lent With Evelyn Underhill," edited by G.P. Mellick Belshaw, a Morehouse book. She writes of Faith in the reading for today, Friday:
"The fruits of the Spirit get less and less showy as we go on. Faithfulness means continuing quietly with the job we have been given, in the situation where we have been placed; not yielding to the restless desire for change. It means tending the lamp quietly for God without wondering how much longer it has got to go on..."

This faith in God
by Peter Menkin

Our meditation moves
to contemplation: today
let it be unto me;
so morning prayer starts.

I ponder my desire
for release from earthly pain,
find out about flesh again,
discovering the Spirit
holds other fruits: Wait
on the Lord.

Can one know, glimpse--the great yes
of vastness greater
than mountains and hills.
Creation, all being.

Spark, star of day
burning bright, sign of wonder--
the soul groans this day.