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Philothea: God's Battle Line
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Like men set fast in battle array,. Stand these before me in the fray,. Matthew holds by the old stone wall -. What rests in eternity does not fall. Mark bends his knee and strings his bow,. Doubt not, he is greater than his foe. Nor doubt the strength in old Luke's arms. Suffices to guard his friends from harm. For is not the weakest greater than he. Who denies his Lord for eternity? Behold last, and greater than all the rest. Than man, ox, or beast of wilderness.
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Philothea: Queen of Love, Second Cause of Salvation
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Monday, May 29, 2006. Queen of Love, Second Cause of Salvation. A woman walks in grace apart. Oh, angels hold your breath above. Be still, be still my racing heart. Lest she startle like a dove. Great Gabriel, on wings unseen. Bear greeting to God’s newfound queen. Call Her by Her sacred name. Hail, Maria free of shame. Humble, kindly, full of love. As noble as the stars above. Gentle as a newborn lamb. Handmaid of the Lord, I AM. Will you bear a child for Him. He of Whom the psalmists sing. Queen of Lov...
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Philothea: Eucatastrophe
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Friday, January 30, 2009. I sought you in the narrow ways. In soot and shifting shadows. I sought you on the mountaintops. Till I was weak and sallow.". I paused within the middle way,. My hopes failed with the sky. As the sun fell under darkness. I fell forward with a cry. God of love," my cry came bitt'rly,. Thou measurest all things well,. You know how far I am from Thee . And how close I am to hell. Spare just a word for the sinner. But one soft sigh for the damned. Across an ocean of sand.".
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Philothea: As If From An Organ
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Thursday, December 11, 2008. As If From An Organ. Be gentle my love, for I am weak. A breath may be my undoing,. A sigh may slay me in my seat. Torn by vicious forces, I am bruised. And all but lost. Praised be He Who. Does not break the reed,. Praised be He Who seeks the lost. I no longer remember what this poem was for. So, for now, I am putting it up in its incompleteness. Thursday, December 11, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To believe is good. To do is better. To be is best.
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Philothea: Test Post #1
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Friday, September 10, 2010. This is a test post. Lorem ipsum dolore amat, sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquaram ita anima mea Dominum . From Diana and Sean's Wedding. Friday, September 10, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To believe is good. To do is better. To be is best. View my complete profile. Inside My Head . The Pink Curb Tack Shop. Other Blogs of Note. Bill Powell is Alive. The New Liturgical Movement. Dr Edwin Vieira Jr. The American Chesterton Society.
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Philothea: And so it begins ...
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Friday, August 25, 2006. And so it begins . I am off to Rome. The posts may diminish, they may increase, or they may stay absolutely the same. (Few drafted, and fewer published.). Pray for me, and I will pray for you! The Eagle (of St. John). For the light in his eyes is the light of the sun. The awesome golden light of the Truth. And his voice is an echo of the rhyme of the Word. Friday, August 25, 2006. I think I am the only one who reads your blog. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
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Philothea: February 2009
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Friday, February 20, 2009. Brick by brick and slowly. Is the solemn structure made,. Step by step and swiftly. Does a racer win the day. Inch by inch in marble. Is the craftsman's work revealed,. And mile by mile in dust,. Is the path of the pilgrim sealed. God of the meandering heavens,. God of the rushing fields,. God of the sleeping cities,. God of the turning wheels,. Teach me the slow things slowly,. Teach me the swift things fast,. Teach me peace in the hustle and bustle,. Friday, February 20, 2009.
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Philothea: A simple poem
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Thursday, February 16, 2006. Storm clouds roll around the palace of the sun. Thunderclap and lightning flash seem like distant guns. The armies of the darkness surround the walls of truth. Battle lines are drawn upon the plains of joy and youth. Naught seems left for the defense, no hope left at all. The enemy’s grim and powerful, good’s chance of victr’y small. Yet upon those plains unbounded by aught save land and sky. There stands a hope beyond all hopes, the one who cannot die. That the darkness has ...
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Philothea: August 2006
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Friday, August 25, 2006. And so it begins . I am off to Rome. The posts may diminish, they may increase, or they may stay absolutely the same. (Few drafted, and fewer published.). Pray for me, and I will pray for you! The Eagle (of St. John). For the light in his eyes is the light of the sun. The awesome golden light of the Truth. And his voice is an echo of the rhyme of the Word. Friday, August 25, 2006. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). To believe is good. To do is better. To be is best. Inside My Head .
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Philothea: Unferth
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006. With back to the battle I stand yet unwounded,. My armour unbattered, my sword yet unnotched. No foe has fallen to my ancient sword,. Shall I stand disgraced before my comrades, my lord? Am I not Unferth, a great warrior renowned,. My name a terror, my head yet unbowed? How long will I waver between terror and pride. Shall Unferth be first or shall I be denied? Disgraced in my kin's eyes I shall appear. Unless by great deeds I prove I have conquered my fear. Inside My Head .