Because of my compassion, the sun wanted to be near me all night,
and the earth deeded her fields to me,
and all in heaven said,
"We have voted you our governor; tell us your divine mandate."
And I did, and God will never revoke it:
Nothing in existence is turned
More tender is my Lord's heart than any heart
has ever been.
So, when the divine realm asked me to govern it
with one simple
I looked into His eyes and then knew
what to say to any angel
who might serve as
a sentry to
No creature should be
by St. Thomas Aquinas; in Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, ed. Daniel Ladinsky, p. 127
One of the many items on my To Do list is to writeup how I find a lot of the selections in this book troubling -- universal salvation to an extent that troubles even me, but even more so than that a very comfortable anything-goes God.
It's St. Patrick's Day today? Yeah, I was vaguely aware of that. It didn't even occur to me this morning to wear green.
I remember last year antheia saying: What the myth means by "snakes" is "pagans". Just, yanno, so everyone's clear. Which is largely why I selected this poem for today -- for the contrast.
Pastor Hamilton has started posting his Lenten meditations at his blog, and I really like the most recent two.
I'm now off to procure Cat and mainline CSI and vodka.
I'll post a poem tomorrow but can't guarantee much Internet presence otherwise. I'm available by phone if needed.