Morning’s Promises Beckon Daylight’s Courage

 

If midnight failed to unleash its terrors,

We’d no doubt imagine them anyway . . .

The first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb, when it comes, find us doing sensible and human things — praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts — not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs – C.S. Lewis

Encircle the fear.

Embrace the freedom.

Live.

Morning’s Promises Beckon Daylight’s Courage

Peace

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I’ve Grown Weary, I’ve Grown Old

 

Finding myself lost once

I wouldn’t have thought twice.

Exhorting myself onward,

I’d reckon for steep price.

While places changed,

And steps abounded,

Earth’s furies stopped me cold.

Lust-filled days, long passed,

Sleepless nights, surrendered.

I’ve grown weary, I’ve grown old.

Peace

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Your Gifts

 

I hid from myself, you came searching for me.

I covered my face, you lifted my mask.

I argued my despair, you listened with fire.

I shed acrid tears, you dispatched your dominion.

I resisted your kindnesses, you redoubled your offerings.

I smiled at last, you responded with tenderness.

I reveled past twilight, you delivered the dawn.

The Lord Is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want

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Every Day Choices

 

Tested, we can either cut ties or we can forge bonds.

Hurt, we can either lash out or we can look inward.

Weakened, we can either give up or we can give over.

Frightened, we can either run from the darkness or we can race towards the light.

Every day presents itself as both a problem and a gift.

Every problem and every gift compels a choice.

And every choice reveals, to ourselves and to others, our one true self:

The strength of a man’s virtue should not be measured by his special exertions, but by his habitual acts – Blaise Pascal

Our every day choices can lead us towards extraordinary times and unimaginable places – or not.

Peace

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Dorothy Day’s Wisdom On Aging

 

Dorothy Day’s words, much like those of her spiritual contemporary Thomas Merton, often make me uncomfortable.

They certainly challenge me.

But with age comes experience, if not a certain brutal wisdom.

And, if we are fortunate, it’s that very wisdom that helps us to recognize that our own failures and our own needs are really no different than those of the others who surround us; those who daily brush up against our lives, whether concretely or emotionally.

As we are called upon to move with love and charity for others – an impossibly difficult task most times – we also called to act in the same way towards ourselves.

But that seems all the more difficult for most of us.

It sure does for me.

Could a simple genuine love – and the fullness that comes with surrendering into grace – be the very thing that finally changes everything for us? About how we perceive others as well as ourselves?

It sure seems so:

The older I get, the more I meet people, the more convinced I am that we must only work on ourselves, to grow in grace. The only thing we can do about people is to love them – Dorothy Day

Wise words, those.

I’ll try to work on them today.

Peace

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Thomas Merton On Success: Best Advice Ever?

 

As I’ve written more than once: there is nothing at all wrong with pursuing goals, chasing dreams, and seeking the best that life has to offer.

These are all positive, life-affirming, and enormously fulfilling daily pursuits and long-term aspirations.

They can motivate us to get out of bed each morning. They can help recharge and renew us throughout each day.

But as Thomas Merton warns, the sole pursuit of success – the overriding compulsion to obtain and to achieve at the expense of everything else – can be both counter-productive during this lifetime, and perhaps deadening to our fragile souls:

If I had a message to my contemporaries it is surely this: Be anything you like, be madmen, drunks, and bastards of every shape and form, but at all costs avoid one thing: success . . . If you are too obsessed with success, you will forget to live. If you have learned only how to be a success, your life has probably been wasted.

Seek, strive, pursue, and profit.

It’s all good.

But remember: even “madmen, drunks, and bastards” may have something to teach us about the ways, and costs, of success.

Peace

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Be Still, Begin Again

 

Icy winds constrict my heart,

Black rains obstruct my view.

Moving forward, falling back,

Starting over, slogging through.

Be still:
There is no longer any need of comment.
It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation – Thomas Merton

Be still. Begin again.

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Science

 

Setting time and place in motion,

Unrelenting, the uncaused cause.

Lifting man’s steps past the ocean,

Revealing Heaven’s unlocked doors.

This most beautiful system of the sun, planets, and comets, could only proceed from the counsel and dominion of an intelligent being.

And if the fixed Stars are the centers of other like systems, these, being formed by the like wise counsel, must all be subject to the dominion of One – Isaac Newton

Science.

Peace

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Pascal’s Questions

 

Wondering, I question.

Questioning, I seek.

Seeking, I wander.

Wandering, I stumble.

Stumbling, I ache.

Aching, I weep.

Weeping, I petition.

Petitioning, I wonder . . .

When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which precedes and will succeed it—memoria hospitis unius diei praetereuntis (remembrance of a guest who tarried but a day)—the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then. Who put me here? By whose command and act were this place and time allotted to me?” – Blaise Pascal, Pensées

Questions reveal the roadmap towards truth.

Peace

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