Sunday, February 14, 2021

No Pretenses


"Each of us must come to the evening of life. Each of us must enter on eternity.  Each of us must come to that quiet, awful time, when we will appear before the Lord of the vineyard, and answer for the deeds done in the body, whether they be good or bad. That, my dear brethren, you will have to undergo. ... It will be the dread moment of expectation when your fate for eternity is in the balance, and when you are about to be sent forth as the companion of either saints or devils, without possibility of change. There can be no change; there can be no reversal. As that judgment decides it, so it will be for ever and ever. Such is the particular judgment. ... when we find ourselves by ourselves, one by one, in his presence, and have brought before us most vividly all the thoughts, words, and deeds of this past life. Who will be able to bear the sight of himself? And yet we shall be obliged steadily to confront ourselves and to see ourselves. In this life we shrink from knowing our real selves. We do not like to know how sinful we are. We love those who prophecy smooth things to us, and we are angry with those who tell us of our faults. But on that day, not one fault only, but all the secret, as well as evident, defects of our character will be clearly brought out. We shall see what we feared to see here, and much more. And then, when the full sight of ourselves comes to us, who will not wish that he had known more of himself here, rather than leaving it for the inevitable day to reveal it all to him!"

— Saint John Henry Newman, p.101


Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Thinking

 I just want to run, I tell myself a lot.

I just want to move. Sitting still is such a task.

Too many thoughts, not all of them entwine.

If I could just get my blood flow moving, perhaps I won't be blind.

Heedless acts, I wish them to extinct

They lower the standards of what people mean 

Is as to be wise as to listen rightly,

Not all lips moving are conscious, they could smite thee

Be forewarn to think things through

Alford plea is real, bargains misconstrued

Can the head, the heart, and mouth align?

Perhaps there is not much blood flow, it would not be a surprise.

Not all running means to quit.

Sometimes running helps grip

the vital vessels required to live.