MARANATHA

It is Wednesday.

I begin to wonder if I'll make it.

Yesterday I had a frenzied madness attack. I wanted:

1. to open a present

2. eat 4 of the "being saved till Christmas day" cookies

3. Flip on the consarned light switch and watch the tree glimmer and shimmer with LIGHTS!!

4. Fill a stocking quite plump

But instead I:

1. rearranged the presents under the tree AGAIN and poked them a little

2. ate 2 of the "being saved till Christmas day" cookies

3. watched the luv pig waddle-scuddle all over the basement in shy excitement

4. stared into the candlight of the stalwart advent wreath

Our Lord said: "let the little children come unto me". I have never supposed that I will be more than a baby in heaven (bouncing upon the other MAJOR saints' knees,) but sometimes I wish that age 5 would release its grasp on me.

For a little while...till Christmas comes, that is.

NOBLE SPRUCE

We tromped off through the snow (crunch fluff)
and felled ourselves a Christmas tree.
Inside now, it looks rather...noble.

Like something too powerful to be indoors,
something too patient to disdain it,

Ye noble pine!

We pray now that we don't get colds so that we'll be able to breath in all the lovely noble pine scent we can!

Bakin' Cookiesh

almond extract:elixer divine

Communism of our Modern Age

JMJ

It was Fulton who got me thinking on this one...(that gem of a man.)

It seems to me that the threat of communism is not one which forbodes of mini-Russias popping up all over the globe. The threat of communism is precisely its characteristic of stealth...to be particular: Communism is something which I think is characteristic of modern economics and modern human enterprise. The modern world seeks to subordinate man by making work something which defines him rather than something which he defines.
Work, as Sheen puts it, has become something we do for money, for our bread, rather than something we breath life into, something we imprint our divine spark upon.

This communistic philosophy is evident in every modern movement.

The Homosexual cannot understand that the Catholic church is not persecuting him because he cannot comprehend himself aside from the ACTIVITY of his homosexuality. We have lost the sense of BEING. And thus our BEING has become nothing other than our DOING.

Small wonder that our universities no longer wish to speak of things as they are but rather of things as we can talk of them being. The lust for history of thought has crowded out any consideration of the thought itself. Because history is the doing of man, while ontological considerations are completely intact with or without those doings.

Thus it goes, this diabolical misunderstanding of man.

Fulton Sheen contra assembly lines

"MAN IS NOT MADE FOR PRODUCTION. PRODUCTION IS MADE FOR MAN."

Wish List

JMJ

[Preface: Presents are nice things. Nice things indeed. They are even nice to list.]

1. Old fashioned long night gown. Preferably soft cotton twill or flannel.

2. Pot Belly Pig. Pinkish or Brown. Pink will charm the neighbors. Brown will shock them. Both are rawther nice.

3. Small pug.

4. A mug made by monks

5. A package sent from anywhere out of state with lots of little presents wrapped beautifully. One of the presents can be a cigarette case with candy in it.

6. Flannel sheets

7. An accordian

8. A homemade scarf and hat (must include the color pink and stripes.)

8. A homemade story book (with funny pictures.)

9. Anything by G.K. Chesterton

10. satin slippers (the dainty kind.)

11. Demurity.

12. A chocolate reindeer by Sprungli and Lindt

13. A toy made of wood.

14. A nutcracker. (and a small bag of nuts included)

Lovely thing you get to say ONLY while expecting:

"TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY! BEFORE I SMELL IT!"

Sophomore year I went through a brief phase of wanting the be a monarch of a small country. Seems I am now. The country is my...corpus.

("Body" sounds BAWDY.)

FRIED CHICKEN...homemade

must be eaten
IMMEDIATELY
or else it lacks


crispyness.

The Moscow Ballet

JMJ

It twas:

A day at the ballet, small girls trying to perform arial lifts in the aisles during intermission, the satisfaction of the sight of the athletic miracle of "en pointe",
dodging the rain with a lovely man, and slipping into "Moceans" for seafood, TRIPLE CHOCOLATE cake, dim lights, and an ever full glass of water.

The best days begin with a whim

brought on by excited advertising on the local classical music station.

Expectancy

If I was fond of spirits I think I would sum up expecting a baby like this:

"WATER WATER EVERWHERE, and NOT A DROP TO DRINK!"

But as I am not, I must make my own:

"The biggest sign of all
That something's changed our lot:
I used to take ice cream for breakfast,
And now I simply canNOT!"

The nausea of Pregnancy!

JMJ

Dream full
the fair fine scent of Fall,
from inside your perfectly pressed tight
carpeted box.
Swoon most unromantically,
play the part of the seasick sailor
out to sea and yet for once, more at home than ever
in your perfectly unpoetic pod.

I have renounced a life of verse
for the buttery being of a ship.

(or rather! It has been renounced in me!)

I hope I quite forget myself.

IVAN-WHO?

JMJ

Tell me, o Sir Walter, what can you mean by your cheekiness? How doth thou expect one to CHEER (with fist filled with mutton chop,) for your HERO when he is so BLOODY ill and out of it the whole of the book?








Somewhere a matron sighs deeply.

ACHILLE'S HEEL

This is the fifth line of my 23rd post:

Circumstances, stoplights, and situations so allow



And for some reason it seems sort of phrophetic, and so I figure its a good enough intro to my re-entrance.

LIGHTS...
Curtain...

So. yes, I was tagged. But I'm afraid it ends there. I can't tag others.


I'm the fat kid who can't run.










Doughnut?

Ciao

I fear, my friends
that I am in love with much
(and so my heart is often times breaking


off
into small pieces far flung.)

CALLING ALL FUTURE SAINTS of VATICAN II !!

"We must remain faithful to the TODAY of the Church, not the YESTERDAY or TOMORROW. And this today of the Church is the documents of Vatican II, without RESERVATIONS that amputate them and without ARBITRARINESS that distorts them."



"The Catholic who clearly and, consequently, painfully perceives the damage that has been wrought in his Church by the misinterpretations of Vatican II must find the possibility of revival in Vatican II itself."


-FROM THE RATZINGER REPORT-

HEY BUDS!

Seven Days
A little water

The beans came up.

I still can't believe my eyes. Sun, Water, Patience= FOOD!



It reminds me of growing up in Minneapolis. The neigbors had 3 or 4 evergreen trees and I was always afraid to go near them worried I'd get lost in the "forest".

They were rather magical things for me, trees.....anything that just SPROUTS up like them beans still are.


Except there is NO WAY I'll get lost in them......(I'll be able to eat my way out if I do.)

Bean Seeds

We have a package of bean seeds which we are going to plant today by the side of the garage.

In such a situation, how can one not feel like JACK and the Bean Stalk??

You wake up in the morning, and VIOLA there have sprouted some small shoots....

The world is quietly packed and framed with exciting possibility. If a shoot like that can grow over night....what will it do in a few?

And then one starts to think about plumpish babies....and the ordinary is quite extraordinary all over again.

But then, creation was, from the first, out of nothing.

(i.e. a miracle.)

And up there there is a Giant, Jack, my boy.

God

Poems are granted in prayers
The immensity of You romances
Dissolve Dissolve
Can't quite...no not quite,
Sensibilities dazzled but clutched frantically
must write you down can't write you down
The immensity of You romances
Grant me the prayer that isn't a poem.

Lord.