Category: Lessons
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Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer
A meditation on day 5 as a COVID nurse in quarantine The toothpaste could be mortar The coffee grounds could be dirt the porridge in my bowel could be crumbled fall leaves The water could be vodka I would never know . But that you told me to taste and see it is good and…
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Retreat COVID Day 4 Smell
A meditation from Day 4 as COVID nurse in quarantine Smell .. The rose from a friend sits by the bed. He called it the “rose of Sharon. ” But it is not , it is a long stemmed red rose with thorns. It is beautiful But I cannot smell it. Is it a rose…
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Retreat COVID Day 3 Empathy
I see them . no damn Einfuhlung ! I feel them .. I feel all of them , lined up over the year. All those patients who I bent over like a cook over a pot. “Oh dear you feel so hot, can you smell this/ can you taste this ? No worries my dear.. this…
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Retreat: COVID Day 2 Fever
A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine The burning fires have come inside me. Those of of the demon and of the divine. Like dueling fires of the prophets of long ago, a campfire is set inside my soul. ‘ it will takes days to burn “ they say. “Bring the hydrants and…
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Retreat: COVID day 1 Leaving
Day 1 : A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine. I am going on a retreat without leaving my seat. I am going to see Jesus. I know that I am going because none are near to stop me. A little virus on me has them far away and even if they were…
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Entrance Antiphon
“The biggest closet is the church “the old woman told the child. “But we cant go there Grammy ,the doors are locked” the child told the old woman. “I will take you to a secret one “the old woman whispered as they walked down the sidewalk. Today side by side they walk towards a chapel.…
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closets
“Come out of that closet child? lets go somewhere” I would coaxed my daughter many afternoons. Forever I will remember the face of her reluctant obedience as she would leave behind her beautiful world to go walk with me to a park. As we walked she would awaken out of her imaginary world . Slowly…
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in a day’s work: ASK
SHORT POSTS OF ADORATION IN BUSY TIMES OF VOCATION The room is lit with lights . Small lights , large lights, like spotlights on a stage . Lights from pumps for the heart, pumps for the lungs, pumps for medications, pumps for suctions, pumps for feedings and the pump I brought. The pump in place of the kidney. A…
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between the Altar and the Door
Oh God can’t you see from the Altar to the Door See how Blood spatters and speckles the church’s Dusty Floor! See the men in taverns tell tots tales of a Holy War. See mamas move prostrate sneaking prayer in a corridor. Look , crowds on the streets scream “we cannot take it anymore!” While your reporters write of a cry that they long to ignore: Many are the words of martyrs…