MY BRIDEGROOM LIFTS ME UP.

[dadio]

My bridegroom lifts me up
from the world’s dark, said
Sister Clare, He holds me fast
against the world’s clutches,
His touch heals my deepest
wounds, my many failures.

His eyes search me and see
me as I am; there is no pretence
in His presence, no maybe
in His words. He lifts away
from the false prophets and
lying religions, He shows me
His love in a thousand ways,
His love has no conditions, no
limitations, no world’s whims.

He calls me out of darkness
with the slightest word, none
is worthy of Him, none seek
Him as they ought. He seeks
me when I am lost, finds me
when I cannot see beyond
the narrowness of the me,
am blind to the reality of being,
too lost at times to the world's
sad ways. He will lift me up in
the Last Days; will save from
drowning in my deep depressions,
my eyes open to the brightness
of His face. I bathe in His love
and grace, hear His call even
when the noise of the world is
at its loudest beat, I shall know
His love, feel His tender touch,
even when I am sunk in darkness
and the wild world’s too much.

[creativesoul]

the penguin! hey life is good- nice poem...

[dadio]

Thank you, creativesoul

[stilltrucking]

enjoyed the poem very much



On a personal note:
If I can't write like St Jack, I wish I could be as good a Catholic as he was.

Growing up a Jew boy in little Italy I dreaded my walk to grammar school going by St Leo's Catholic church .
I would cross the street when I saw those witches’ habits coming towards me.
My head full of bubbie’s old wives tales about the old country and superstitious crosses

[dadio]

Thank you, stilltrucking. Lovely photograph and bio.

[creativesoul]

being a half breed with my native and white at war with each other early on
i had to make treaties with myself which of corse i broke and had real consequences for
the darkness seems to forage in places where my fear is pungent
like mold and tropical foliage
my half breed just daid marry it
unify these pieces
yet the penguin
she never likes anyone
with that smell of fleshly delights
that sweetnss eminationing from between her thighs angered her
she sought control
fought with God in a missionary style

[creativesoul]

being a half breed with my native and white at war with each other early on
i had to make treaties with myself which of corse i broke and had real consequences for
the darkness seems to forage in places where my fear is pungent
like mold and tropical foliage
my half breed just said marry it
unify these pieces
yet the penguin
she never likes anyone
with that smell of fleshly delights
that sweetness eminatining from between her thighs angered her
she sought control
fought with God in a missionary style

[stilltrucking]

Please pardon the multiple replies dadio but ...

Somehow these two poems juxtaposed in my mind.

These Things.

by dadio » Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:54 pm


These things are sent to try us,
Gran said, her thumb
Moving itself over
The well-worn beads
Of her dark wood rosary;
Her eyes taking in the crucifix
On the wall above her bed.
You sat watching her thumb
Moving its way back and forth
Over the round black beads,
Her arthritic fingers clutching
Blue blankets and white sheet.
Never tries us beyond our strength,
She added, the strained features
Mingling with the yellow taint
Of wrinkled skin. You wondered
Who sent the things to try her,
Whose bounty of gifts left
Small tears wedged in the corners
Of her eyes, pushed out words
Between harsh sighs.

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[dadio]

Thank you, stilltrucking.