Virtue of Poverty

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Ultimatum Poem

I wondered why my heart longed for

something other than The perfect one

It made no logic

It made no peace

To believe that I longed for someone else broken... like me

Neither a trend nor a false sublime

What goes on inside is far from serene

The mind screams the 'oughts' of where I should be

Not tomorrow or in the future, but as I stand here...in some ways..of defeat

What is the meaning of life, goes the iterative algorithm

It is to love, and to do it well. I truly believe it!

The Pearl of Great Price, springs forward to mind.

My heart betrays me to settle first for seeking a human kind.

Can I dispose of my twisted desire?

I want to be loved by our maker, not just an esquire.

If I could just pour out my endless thoughts and wishes,

I'd like to go back to the well, and say goodbye to the fishes.

Yes, I do realize, the cry for an escapism

It is an odd comfort when dealing with skepticism

Sincerely ,

Amy

Distractions...

I was working and then I spotted this

I remember hearing a testimony from a lady that learned to be more aware of God's presence in the little things throughout her days. She had mentioned an example, one day she was rising fruits in the sink, and while doing so, it hit her. She realized that rising the grapes to get rid of all that was dirty, was similarly to how God so too, wants to deliver us from all of our sins. It is very possible that I butchered her story, but in its simplicity of living through the monotonous acts of her daily life, how wonderful it was it to be reveal that!?! This little shadow reminded me of her. 

How is God speaking to you today?

Oh Sweet Melody

Rainy days here. 

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Diligence

"Our Lord has created persons for all states in life, and in all of them we see people who achieved sanctity by fulfilling their obligations well. " 

St. Anthony Mary Claret

Formation of the Heart

"Suffering that is not transformed will be transmitted." - Sister Miriam James Heidland

When I go running, I have certain days in which I feel so freeing. So light and "in the zone." Then there comes those days, where it just feels that for every stride taken, more weight is added on.  It is like running on muddy grounds.

These days feel like those muddy runs and it can get frustrating. I WANT THAT MUD OUT. Main reason being that it can lead to despondency. In the spirits of being real to oneself, how does one handle such turfs? First instincts are to find distractions, yet, it is one of those that once you know what you are doing....you can't extract reality out.

 

"Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain." St. Bartholomew