MaddogPoetry

XII The Hanged Man (next day repost)

(based on Meditations on the Tarot by Anonymous)

The world turned upside down

coerces perspective,

requiring sacrifice

with serene acceptance.

Isaac spoke to his father Abraham.

“Father,” he said. “Here I am,

Here are the fire and the wood,

but where is the offering?” [1]

Now, the domain of freedom

is found between two spheres

with two different centers…

“Heaven” and “world”.

“Here I am” declares free will

“Where is the offering”

suggests an existential

crisis and a leap of faith.

Think, meditate, contemplate…

Will yields to possible

receptive obedience

enjoins revelation.

“The wind blows where it wills,

you hear the sound of it,

but you do not know

whence it comes or whither it goes.” [2]

[1] Genesis 22:7

[2] John 3:8

XII The Hanged Man

(based on Meditations on the Tarot by Anonymous)

The world turned upside down

coerces perspective,

requiring sacrifice

with serene acceptance.

Isaac spoke to his father Abraham.

“Father,” he said. “Here I am,

Here are the fire and the wood,

but where is the offering?” [1]

Now, the domain of freedom

is found between two spheres

with two different centers…

“Heaven” and “world”.

“Here I am” declares free will

“Where is the offering”

suggests an existential

crisis and a leap of faith.

Think, meditate, contemplate…

Will yields to possible

receptive obedience

enjoins revelation.

“The wind blows where it wills,

you hear the sound of it,

but you do not know

whence it comes or whither it goes.” [2]

[1] Genesis 22:7

[2] John 3:8

Woke

Our spiritual honesty

reveals our soul’s integrity.

My prayer discloses,

and expression exposes

my zeal reflects

and happiness inflects

“The missionary work,

whatever it may be,

has perfection and grace

from the spiritual exercises.” [1]

Done with exact persistence

and persevered with insistence

Spiritual Exercises are a necessity

and a most valuable equity

listen to God’s voice

to discern the good choice.

in silence and prayer

take the utmost care

He woke up, rebuked the wind,

and said to the sea, “Quiet! Be still!”

The wind ceased

and there was a great calm[2]

Upon awakening,

be still, and humbly wokening

[1] Father Judge Meditations page 326

[2] Mark 4: 39

Safe (Psalm 4)

You alone are my God,

and make me safe.

But, You do not seem to be listening.

How long, must I endure this emptiness?

Is everything really just a delusion?

Why does it feel like You ignore me?

Sometimes I feel neglected and all alone;

I even begin to wonder why you bother to listen to me.

Please, be merciful and hear my prayer.

I say with conviction, “Here I am.”

I need to rest assured in My Lady’s love,

I want to be safe and sound with Her.

The jealous around me ask,

“What good are you?”

I answer them with confidence,

“God fills my heart with joy

She provides me with fulfillment.

I sleep in peace.”

You alone are my God,

and make me safe.

Again (next day repost)

As I walk the labyrinth,

my turnaround is vital.

Reflection…

I remember that I

both reflect on the truth

and reflect the truth.

Recollection…

I review when I

recall what was

to recall what is.

Responsibility…

I recognize that I

must respond

with a heartfelt response.

Reawaken…

I recuperate when I

with rapid eye movement awake

and thus awake visions.

Renewal…

I realize that I

need to renew

and possibilities renew.

Restoration…

I revive when I

restore my hope

and trust restored.

My metanoia makes

my detachment indifferent.

Again

As I walk the labyrinth,

my turnaround is vital.

Reflection…

I remember that I

both reflect on the truth

and reflect the truth.

Recollection…

I review when I

recall what was

to recall what is.

Responsibility…

I recognize that I

must respond

with a heartfelt response.

Reawaken…

I recuperate when I

with rapid eye movement awake

and thus awake visions.

Renewal…

I realize that I

need to renew

and possibilities renew.

Restoration…

I revive when I

restore my hope

and trust restored.

My metanoia makes

my detachment indifferent.

Consoled-Psalm 101 (next day repost)

I sing of your love and mercy;

You, my Lady, and my God.

I am careful to lead a life worthy of Your love —

I follow my heart and feel safe in Your house.

I hate faithlessness

and will not keep the fickle company.

I get angry when I hear slander and gossip,

I will not condone it;

I won’t deal with the duplicitous

the dishonest cannot be trusted

The wicked disturb the peace

I cannot accompany them

The faithful and humble console me,

I enjoy their presence.

I am happy to walk with them

they are welcome at my table.

Consoled-Psalm 101

I sing of your love and mercy;

You, my Lady, and my God.

I am careful to lead a life worthy of Your love —

I follow my heart and feel safe in Your house.

I hate faithlessness

and will not keep the fickle company.

I get angry when I hear slander and gossip,

I will not condone it;

I won’t deal with the duplicitous

the dishonest cannot be trusted

The wicked disturb the peace

I cannot accompany them

The faithful and humble console me,

I enjoy their presence.

I am happy to walk with them

they are welcome at my table.

Apostolic Spirit (next day repost)

“The apostolic spirit,

exercises promote it,

prayers receive it,

and practices conserve it.”[1]

Serious study

and meditation

promote it,

but “self” menace it.

Selfishness withers,

self-seeking desiccates,

self-satisfaction parches,

self-interest shrinks.

Sincere charity

and heartfelt zeal

render us indifferent

and detached.

“The world is a fiery

and seething furnace

and blessed are those souls

that are tempered by it”[2]

[1] Father Judge Meditations p. 158

[2] Ibid p. 158

Apostolic Spirit