Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us,
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
“…it’s like this. Sometimes, when you’ve a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you’ll never get it swept. And then you start to hurry. You work faster and faster and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you’re out of breath and have to stop–and still the street stretches away in front of you. That’s not the way to do it.
You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else.
That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that’s how it ought to be.
And all at once, before you know it, you find you’ve swept the whole street clean, bit by bit. what’s more, you aren’t out of breath. That’s important, too… (28-29)”
Michael Ende, Momo
Michael Ende was one of the most popular German authors of the 20th Century, captivating millions of children around the world with his fantasy stories. His most successful book, The NeverEnding Story (1979) has been translated into more than 30 languages, made into a hit movie in 1984, and remains a much-loved, international bestseller.
An early morning walk began through the back entrance of a garden sanctuary. The fields were damp with the morning dew and the sun postured itself for a glorious autumn day. You can barely see anything, its a messy weedy field, un-kept at the moment. Perfect for my feelings.
Coming from behind, the white cross hidden above the purple plum leaves, I love the way the cross appears light amid the dark leaves. And the high heavens above for the cross to bloom infinitely.
I kneel beneath the cross, recite my thoughts into prayers, speaking to our creator, a way to being whole, hearing my heart, laying down my burdens, side by side.
Followed my eyes to these beauties….nature doesn’t think, it unfolds in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the universe.
Looking and being one with nature is a sure way to find your ohm and begin to understand our human nature through the fine details of mother nature.
If they could speak,
“Good morning, my love. Watch me grow. And know everything that’s broke, leave it to the breeze.”
Upon leaving, Mother Mary meets me, we talk and say the Rosary together. So me, how I go in the exit and leave through the entrance. A sign, I see across the way, surely was supposed to meet me as I entered. But really fit for me to read on the way out.
O Heart of love, I put all my trust in Thee; for I fear all things from my own weakness, but I hope for all things from Thy goodness. Amen.
-Above a short prayer to the Sacred Heart of Jesus (meant to be recited several times a day.) It was written by Saint Margaret Mary Alocoque, whose visions of Jesus Christ in the late 17th century are the source of the Feast of the Sacred Heart.
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750)
St Luke Passion
“Hold back nothing of yourselves for yourselves, that He who gives Himself totally to you, may receive you totally!” ~ St. Francis of Assisi