The occasional, often ill-considered thoughts of a Roman Catholic permanent deacon who is ever grateful to God for his existence. Despite the strangeness we encounter in this life, all the suffering we witness and endure, being is good, so good I am sometimes unable to contain my joy. Deo gratias!

Sunday, May 25, 2014


Late Have I Served Thee

Three score and ten,
The days of our years
Approach speedily.

I number the hours
And press down, 
Shake it together, 
Run it over,
Hoping to do 
All the undone,
Trying to atone
For the wasting
Of a lifetime.

From the hungry,
From the stranger,
From the dying,
From the prisoner,
From Him
I hear the whispered,
Blessed word
Of forgiveness.

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