Nino is a newscaster who’s
always in hot pursuit of fame,
He aims at human targets
to drop his bombs of blame,
Then he justifies himself saying
it’s just a part of the game.
Vin Scully could certainly
teach him a thing or two,
Nino should stay away
from bombastic gossipy goo,
He should calmly and simply
tell the facts that are true.
You were added to the Eleven just a little bit later,
you’re the one who is known for replacing the traitor;
You were a part of the mission of the seventy-two,
and you saw how Jesus’ power made all things new;
On Pentecost you received the promised Paraclete,
and heard the first papal speech of good old St. Pete;
You mortified your flesh to kill your desire,
coupled with virtue, it helped put out the fire;
As a martyr, you were stoned in the year 80 A.D.,
now surrounded by Love, you’re finally free.
It’s early morning and
the crafty enemy
crouches and waits,
like a hungry lion ready
to devour my world,
with worthless worries;
in the neutral zone,
transitioning out of sleep,
I lie in bed with my eyes closed,
and my mind gradually
awakens into the
nebulous fog
of fear.
My day begins
in the dark night of unknowing.
The enemy tries to strangle me
with multitudinous doubts:
about time,
about interruptions,
about irate people,
about conflicts,
about coertion,
about expectations,
about performance,
about success,
about reputation,
about ability,
about sales,
about money,
about choices,
about decisions,
about relationships,
about rejection,
about knowledge,
about honesty,
about truth.
The fog of failure threatens
in the dark night of unknowing.
With my eyes still closed,
still in the neutral zone,
I am in the darkness;
but the Light is there,
though my mind’s eye
cannot yet see it.
I reach out in faith
in the dark night of unknowing.
I place myself in the presence
of the good God,
I invoke the Holy Spirit,
and in my mind
I sing a hymn of praise;
and through the cloudy mist
like a distant diamond
I see the sparkling of the
Morning Star.
The Light twinkles
in the dark night of unknowing.
In prayer,
I abandon myself
totally
to Jesus,
The Lord of Love,
through Our Lady,
Queen of All Hearts.
The Light shines
in the dark night of unknowing.
Our Lady sweetly
and gently
draws near to me,
in a tunnel of dazzling
Son-shine;
she warmly smiles at me
with her angelic aquamarine eyes,
and her soft hair
and her majestic mantle
blow in the balmy breeze
of the Spirit;
and she lovingly clasps
her own warm hands
around mine,
and then tenderly
embraces me,
with the limitless love
of the Lord.
The Light electrically explodes
with glorious golden rays
in the dark night of unknowing.
Next she places a radiant
little candle
in my right hand,
and points to her only Sun,
Christ the Courageous;
she sweetly whispers to me,
and then, together,
we humbly kneel down
and offer prayers
of complete surrender
to Our Lord and King;
the flame of my little candle
dances with delight.
The fog of fear evaporates
and my heart leaps
with confident joy.
The dark night of unknowing
has been triumphantly
transformed into
the bright light where God’s love is flowing.
The poetic corner of the public square
Has grown exceedingly dark and dreary,
And the fetid fog of moral relativism
Has made this place rather eerie,
The dingy marketplace of worldly poetry
Weighs us down and makes us weary.
But Our Lady ignites her little candle,
To make bright this deep dark night,
At last, beautiful sweet poetry comes to us,
That is right in God’s glorious sight,
The candle’s flame is a spearing sword,
Ready to fight for the one true Light.