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Share the Fruits of Your Contemplation

Share the Fruits of Your Contemplation

Share the fruits of your contemplation
…be grateful for what you have
…the simple things in life appreciate more
…every day is a gift
…donate to Food for the Poor
…don’t waste things …or time
…share your smile…not your frown
…be patient…with yourself …and others
…send a prayer note to someone this week
…surprise yourself..spend time with silence
…let your cross teach you…about faith and hope
…let someone else’s cross teach you…about love
…be connected to Jesus…read Matthew 25

Now what are the fruits of your contemplation.

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March 2021

March 2021

Surrender:
…to all that holds you back from life-giving ways
…from holding back acceptance of all humanity
…to being a servant of God’s Love
…to the holy courage of speaking truth with dignity
…to living your faith by caring your cross
…from letting your fears control your life
…from thinking you cannot get up again

Surrender… with a prayer in your heart. May our fragile souls expand and be fortified as we see that Jesus has been there all along waiting in the surrender. In the surrender, hope is born of despair and faith arises renewed.

May this March that brings forth A Holy Week be a reminder of the joy-filled graces God shares for the journey.

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A Sanctuary Light

A Sanctuary Light

Think of this Lenten season as a sanctuary light…that no matter where we are and what we are feeling. God is there….

Pray to day in (what I call….) three 5 minute ponderings with Jesus….
What do I give up?
What do I dare to change?

What is God calling me to….
…do for others
…do for myself

How am I becoming the gift of the sign of the ashes….
….to believe more in a spiritual self
….to trust the light of my own inner sanctuary

Pray your 5 minute ponderings wherever you are…….

Remember……ashes show us how human we are …and that is a blessing.

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Hope: A Poem by Alexis Valdés

Hope: A Poem by Alexis Valdés

Hope

When the storm has passed…and the crowds are tamed
And we are survivors…of a collective shipwreck
With tearful heart…our destiny blessed
We will feel joy…simply for being alive

And we’ll give a hug…to the first stranger
And praise our good luck…that we kept a friend.
And then we’ll remember all that we lost
And finally learn…everything we never learned.

And we’ll envy no one…for all of us have suffered
And we’ll not be idle…but more compassionate .
We’ll value more what belongs to all…than what was earned
We’ll be more generous…and much more committed

We’ll understand how fragile …it is to be alive
We’ll sweat with empathy…for those still with us and those who are gone.
We’ll miss the old man…who asked for a buck in the market
Whose name we never knew…who was always at your side.

And maybe the poor old man…was your God in disguise
But you never asked his name…because you never had the time
And we’ll all become a miracle…and all will become a legacy
And we’ll respect the life…the life we have gained.

When the storm passes…I ask the Lord, in shame
That you return us better…as you once dreamed us.

I hope you reread this poem…and dream that you and I can be better as we embrace each other in fraternity and social friendship with arms that reach out with food for the poor, care for the earth and reverence for all of life. Amen.

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