“We do not die period. We die comma.” — Rev. Donald Sensing
In all of God’s created universe, in all of God’s given time, one, just one, rose among the thorns we became and which we shall remain until….
“We do not die period. We die comma.” — Rev. Donald Sensing
In all of God’s created universe, in all of God’s given time, one, just one, rose among the thorns we became and which we shall remain until….
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from EAST COKER — Eliot
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
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Beneath the Aegean
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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“We do not die period. We die comma.” — Rev. Donald Sensing
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That’s what I believe, sorta.
The body dies but the mind lives on, it is eternal.
It’s the spark of life, always was, always will be.
None of that imaginary superhero nonsense.
Electricity, you know, the stuff that illuminates your kitchen in the early morn, and the stuff that connects all of your senses to the central control panel in your brain.
Electricity can’t die.
But, we live in our bodies and the electricity is released into the ether so what does all of that mean?
No one lives in the ether as all the electricity is combined and mixed, so the only “life” you will ever know is that which you are experiencing right now.
Make the best of it.
Do something new today.
I did not watch the video.
You and I – each and every one of us – can never not be. We have always been. We never end.
Spirit plus body = wholeness. Jesus made this equation eternal.
What we believe, say and do in this life determine consequences after mortality has ended. We choose our future.
He Is Risen. We read these words in the scriptures, of an event 2000 plus years ago, and, as Christians, we have hope, a desire to sincerely believe, that Jesus Christ is the Son of God , and we can enjoy life everlasting with Him. Those three little words, which we today can recite by rote, sometimes seem so ancient and myth like that we often may simply take those words for granted, a mere greeting for us to banter back and forth as we attend Maundy Thursday, Good Friday or Easter services. Can you imagine with what wonder and amazement those words, He Is Risen, were shared those 2000 plus years ago? He is indeed a rose among thorns, lifting us up and blanketing us in beauty, thorns though we may be. He Is Risen.
Thank you for the video. Truth, Beauty, and Light. We are drawn to it because we are drawn from it. The Holy Triduum is the most profound time of the year.
The melody accompanying the vid was given lyrics by Sarah Brightman. It’s called Nella Fantasia and my favorite version of it, apart from Brightman’s is sung by 14 year old Dutch, now S. African crossover singer Amira Willighagen. Check her live performance of the song when she sang before an audience in South Africa. 14…you just can’t make this stuff up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_WyjEj5DW8
I’ll be dipped if all I can remember of The Mission was that my roommate, and lifelong buddy (I was his best man), could speak Guarani, Spanish and Portuguese and translated everything being said and sung in the movie for us. The Guarani can’t hold a tune in a bucket, so their choir part was pretty much faked. Other than that failing, they are a fine people. My buddy was in a missionary family in that very location.
Makes me want to study the movie and history.
Enjoy the Holy events today through Sunday. Jesus is risen!
IMHO one of the most beautiful melodies ever written. One of my favorite movies.
This post doesn’t like being in proximity to the post above it. The purple Easter bunny makes it feel dirty. I guess one could say you’re versatile, from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Without God, life is meaningless.
https://forge-and-anvil.com/2021/04/01/historical-world-accounts-of-the-crucifixions-darkness/
And here is something even more wondrous and terrible to behold.
Robert de niro…spit