Haiku for Sunday

Keep my commandments
And I will ask the Father
The Spirit will come

Worry

Hello friends,

So I was reading this article by the auther of BadCatholicBlog, and it was just someting I needed to read.

Anyway it inspired me to write a poem, because that is the kind of oddball God made me.



No longer foolish mortals be
For God the fool made blind to see
Gave each of his body part
and asks that we should worry not

For worry does not do at all
It merely causes us to stall
We should yell and cry on high
And let His love within us lie

For with the Spirit nothing shall
ever harm us or evil befell
the innocent or guilty alike
He sees us each and all in sight

And NOW is when we shall be
Tis NOW not THEN or WILL is me
And NOW is where my God is
Our troubles NOW become His

What foolish mortals should we be?
If we who see, the blind should be?
If we should fail to do our part
And fill with worry our stone cold heart?

God bless,

>P<

Joshua Fahey

Joyful Mysteries, kinda.

So, um. Before you read this I'd like you to say a prayer for me, because you may not want to afterwards.





To the tune of We will rock you by Queen.

Mary little girl, heard from Gabriel
Blessed virgin pure, gonna be God's momma someday
A radiant face, full of grace
Said yes to the Lord without fear of disgrace

(Chorus)
Jesus, Jesus love you (2x)

To Elizabeth's town, Mary came around
Blessed of women, gonna be so from this day
Giver of grace, of sin no trace
Helps sinners everywhere with gracious haste

Chorus

To House of Bread was sent, Ark of Covenant
Innkeepers had no room, gotta give birth anyway
Mother of Grace, in a lowly place
Gave birth to her Lord and saw His divine face

Chorus

Simeon did sing, praise to God his king
Said of Mother's heart, gonna be pierced through someday
In a sorrowful place, with a wrinkled face
Filled with grief as much as filled with grace

Chorus

At the Paschal feast, prophet king and priest
Showed to all His call, gonna do His Father's work someday
Joe and Mary haste, frown on her face
To find Christ teaching in the temple place

Chorus

Guitar solo

Chorus



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

The Gate

I am the gate. I was reminded today how often I forget that He is the gate. I can't climb over the wall by my own power, I'd simply be a thief. In order to follow Him, I must completely surrender, that is difficult especially for those of us with arrogance marring our souls. But He is the gate, He is our salvation.

God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Bells

Ding dong a ling
The Easter bells still sing
Ding a ling ding dong
The Allelulia song

Take a walk.

Happy Mother's day! Today's Gospel is the Emmaus Walk, in which we find that walking with Christ is good for the soul. I like walking, a lot. Whenever I think I tend to pace, around a table, back and forth down a hall. Walkings helps to clear away distractions so that I may enter other worlds easily. It also allows energy to be expended, and is good exercise.

One of my favorite places to pray the rosary is in a cemetery. It is relatively quiet, with the occasional moaning, and the rare instance of groan "Braaiins". Truly the animated denizens don't usually bother me, and in case they do a pouch of blessed salt and a slingshot make sure that there is no real danger.

Take a walk, there's good exercise, a possibilty of Buffy-style civil service (Z instead of V), and it is a good opportunity to converse. Converse with friends, with Christ, with your mother, after all it is Mother's Day.

It's the black spot!

On no Jim miboy! They've given me the black spot! Or they would if they existed.

Wow, I am really doing bad at updating this blog. Things will work out, and I will get better at this, promise.

Jesus loves you, mates!