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Alone for me once was

Without baggage;

Young and open and free.

Now I am burdened,

Tired and poor,

Unable the future to see;

Money is not the problem; Spirit

Is the source of my poverty:

Love cannot find the light of day,

Nor darkness and the night agree,

Death is a foregone conclusion;

Life is a fantasy.

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For whom am I living?

For whom am I doing the things that I do?

Where is the object of my appreciation?

Where is the thou or the you?

Only when I stop the mindless amusement

Do I start to have a clue;

There I am met by the silence,

The solitude in the dark;

Then I can begin to see the light,

The embers, the glimmer, the spark,

Where I can sense better my sins of omission

Knowing if I am missing the mark.

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Sometimes I am looking out at others;

Sometimes out is a world that seems too bold;

Sometimes I can see no farther than my nose;

Because my past sins and my failures must be told.

Always Christ is paradigm, judge and jury,

Archetype most extraordinaire;

The only one that stands over everything that was and is;

The only hope that in the end life will be fair.

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Three o’clock in the morning

Nothing is the going fare;

When everyone can see the desperation of living

And the grateful can say a little prayer;

The light is just a couple hours away

And a new day will get us out of here.

Hopefully, the Christ will be with us

To cover all the what, how and why,

To give us a faith, an hope and a peace

No matter that we live or we die.

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Is there anything more sacred

Than the celebration of the Mass,

The non-bloody remembrance

Of Christ’s death on the cross?

The Eucharist, the presence

Of the Eternal God,

Among us and within us?

 

If anything is sacred

It must be God;

It must be God among us;

It must be God within us;

Otherwise,

We are dust and dirt,

Salt and sin.

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