Sunday, August 25, 2024

Poetry: Vote We Must

Christ the King, Victim of Love


Vote We Must

To vote is civic duty truly
Which we exercise most duly.

Now should we vote Republican?
We vote for Jesu Pelican.
But should we vote for Democrats?
We vote for Him with thorny hat.
Should we maybe vote Independent?
No, but Him who taught repentance.
Should we, alas, vote ticket Green?
We simply vote for our heav'nly King.

Those who fear the pagan crowds
Leave in Christian minds no doubt:
Those who join the madding crowds
Vote Barabbas in and Jesus out.
Those who fear public outcry
Wash their hands and let Him die.

Not a donkey is the strong key,
Not an elephant was sent,
But the Lamb, the Great I AM,
Is the world's one only Savior
By His agony and labor.

Not pagan ideology, but Catholic theology:
Seek first the Kingdom of the Lord,
Then all your needs provided for
Each day of this life temporal
And then promised reward eternal.

But voting's first, and vote we must!
The last word is to God the Just.
Vote, and then I'm sure we'll see
How God will fight to set us free!




Sunday, August 18, 2024

Prayers for Our Nation

 
Image Source: U.S. Grace Force

Peace

There is a lot going on in our world. Things are moving at a dizzying pace, and that fact is too obvious to ignore. But do not for a minute think that these things are happening only in the earthly or physical sphere. There is a whole other sphere that is invisible to our corporeal eye. The spirits of wickedness have been in high places for a long time, and they would have us despair and believe that there is no hope anywhere, no safe haven from their reach. They would have us frantic and desperate, willing to do anything to turn around the situation in this country. Some have already fallen prey to that temptation.

The problem is that the only situation to despair of is the salvation of the demons: "they are doomed to be eternally destroyed" (Psalm 92:7b). But any other situation, whether spiritual or physical, religious or political, "nothing shall be impossible for God" (Luke 1:37). We were made in and for this time, and we must not make war with physical means, but with spiritual means. We saw in the last election cycle how even political and legal means were unsuccessful, and there is still a war raging against our Cyrus by the ruling Julian the Apostate.

Before I give us some prayers to pray, of which some are Scriptural, I must address the elephant in the room. Be at peace in Christ. If we are called to suffer and die for Him, then we must do so with peace and equanimity, and with magnanimity of heart (i.e. peacefully and with joy). But we must also have faith in the deliverance that God alone can provide against these wicked demons and their unhappy servants in the flesh. Saint Francis de Sales wisely said, Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, not even if your whole world seems upset. If you find that you have wandered away from the shelter of God, lead your heart back to Him quietly and simply." In this same vein, Saint Vincent de Paul said, "It is a ruse of the devil, by which he deceives good people, to induce them to do more than they are able, so that they end up not being able to do anything. The spirit of God urges one gently to do the good that can be done reasonably, so that it may be done perseveringly and for a long time." So let us not try to do more than we are able. Let us rather beg and allow God to do the fighting for us (cf. 2 Chronicles 20).

A final word on our prayerful supplication...begin always with the praise of God and what He has done in the past, as the great leaders of the Scriptures once did. You will see in the first two prayers how Mordecai and Esther began their prayers in this way before they began to make supplication. This is the best way to pray, because we should never forget the goodness of God in times of adversity; and secondly, this way to begin our prayer reminds us of God's powerful deeds in the past and it steels our hearts to a full trust in God's power and victorious right arm.


Mordecai's Prayer

Esther 13:9-17, adapted for our own use.

O Lord, King who rulest over all things, for the universe is in thy power and there is no one who can oppose thee if it is thy will to save us. For thou hast made heaven and earth and every wonderful thing under heaven, and thou art Lord of all, and there is no one who can resist thee, who art the Lord. Thou knowest all things; thou knowest, O Lord, that it was not in insolence or pride or for any love of glory that I did this, and refused to bow down to this proud ideology. For I would have been willing to kiss the soles of its feet, to save us! But I did this, that I might not set the glory of man above the glory of God, and I will not bow down to any one but to thee, who art my Lord; and I will not do these things in pride. And now, O Lord God and King, God of Abraham, spare thy people; for the eyes of our foes are upon us to annihilate us, and they desire to destroy the inheritance that has been thine from the beginning. Do not neglect thy people, whom thou didst redeem for thyself by thy Blood on the Cross. Hear my prayer, and have mercy upon thy inheritance; turn our mourning into feasting, that we may live and sing praise to thy name, O Lord; do not destroy the mouth of those who praise thee.


Esther's Prayer

Esther 14:3-19, adapted for our own use.

O my Lord, thou only art our King; help me, who am alone and have no helper but thee, for my danger is in my hand. Ever since I was born I have heard in the tribe of my family that thou, O Lord, didst take Israel out of all the nations, and our fathers from among all their ancestors, for an everlasting inheritance, and that thou didst do for them all that thou didst promise. And now we have sinned before thee, and thou hast given us into the hands of our enemies, because we glorified their gods. Thou art righteous, O Lord! And now they are not satisfied that we are in bitter slavery, but they have covenanted with their idols to abolish what thy mouth has ordained and to destroy thy inheritance, to stop the mouths of those who praise thee and to quench thy altar and the glory of thy house, to open the mouths of the nations for the praise of vain idols, and to magnify for ever a mortal king. O Lord, do not surrender thy scepter to what has no being; and do not let them mock at our downfall; but turn their plan against themselves, and make an example of the ideologues who began this against us. Remember, O Lord; make thyself known in this time of our affliction, and give me courage, O King of the gods and Master of all dominion! Put eloquent speech in my mouth before the lion, and turn his heart to hate the man who is fighting against us, so that there may be an end of him and those who agree with him. But save us by thy hand, and help me, who am alone and have no helper but thee, O Lord. Thou hast knowledge of all things; and thou knowest that I hate the splendor of the wicked and abhor the pride of the sinful. Thou knowest my necessity — that I abhor the sign of my proud position, which is upon my head on the days when I appear in public. I abhor it terribly, and I do not wear it on the days when I am at leisure. And thy servant has not eaten at the table of the ideologues, and I have not honored the Apostate's feast or drunk the wine of the libations. Thy servant has had no joy since the day that I was born until now, except in thee, O Lord God of Abraham. O God, whose might is over all, hear the voice of the despairing, and save us from the hands of evildoers. And save me from my fear!


Jehoshaphat's Prayer

2 Chronicles 20:6-12, adapted for our own use.

O Lord, God of our fathers, art thou not God in heaven? Dost thou not rule over all the kingdoms of the nations? In thy hand are power and might, so that none is able to withstand thee. Didst thou not, O our God, drive out the inhabitants of this land before thy people Israel, and give it for ever to the descendants of Abraham thy friend? And they have dwelt in it, and have built thee in it a sanctuary for thy name, saying, ‘If evil comes upon us, the sword, judgment, or pestilence, or famine, we will stand before this house, and before thee, for thy name is in this house, and cry to thee in our affliction, and thou wilt hear and save.’ And now behold, the men of the wicked ideologies, whom thou wouldest not let them invade when they came from the lands of England, France, and Spain, and whom they avoided and did not destroy — behold, they reward us by coming to drive us out of thy possession, which thou hast given us to inherit. O our God, wilt thou not execute judgment upon them? For we are powerless against this great multitude that is coming against us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon thee.


Prayer of Archbishop Carroll

Written in 1800 for the United States of America; abridged.

We pray Thee, almighty and eternal God, who through Jesus Christ has revealed Thy glory to all nations, to preserve the works of Thy mercy; that Thy Church, being spread throughout the whole world, may continue, with unchanging faith, in the confession of Thy name. We pray Thee, O God of might, wisdom, and justice, through whom authority is rightly administered, laws are enacted, and judgment decreed, assist, with Thy Holy Spirit of counsel and fortitude, the President of these United States, that his administration may be conducted in righteousness, and be eminently useful to Thy people, over whom he presides, by encouraging due respect for virtue and religion; by a faithful execution of the laws in justice and mercy; and by restraining vice and immorality. Let the light of Thy divine wisdom direct the deliberations of the Congress, and shine forth in all the proceedings and laws framed for our rule and government; so that they may tend to the preservation of peace, the promotion of national happiness, the increase of industry, sobriety, and useful knowledge, and may perpetuate to us the blessings of equal liberty.

We pray for his Excellency the Governor of this State, for the members of the Assembly, for all Judges, Magistrates, and other officers who are appointed to guard our political welfare; that they may be enabled, by Thy powerful protection, to discharge the duties of their respective stations with honesty and ability.

We recommend likewise to Thy unbounded mercy all our brethren and fellow-citizens, throughout the United States, that they may be blessed in the knowledge, and sanctified in the observance of Thy most holy law; that they may be preserved in union and in that peace which the world cannot give; and, after enjoying the blessings of this life, be admitted to those which are eternal. Amen.


Prayer of Rev. Byron Sunderland, D.D.

Rev. Sunderland was the chaplain of the United States Senate.  He offered this prayer on 4 July 1861, 37th Congress, first session.

Almighty and everlasting God, be not angry with us for our sins, which we only confess and deplore; but pardon our offenses and extend to us Thy favor. We thank Thee for Thy goodness on this anniversary of the nation a day tenfold more precious by reason of our present troubles, and sacred to the heart for the ever memorable Declaration of our fathers, in which Thou didst begin more openly to give us a name among the nations of the earth. We thank Thee for all Thy manifold and abundant mercies hitherto to make our nation exceedingly great and glorious; but now disasters have befallen us and darkness broods in the land. And now we ask Thy mercy as the Senate is convening at a most momentous crisis of our history. Give to Thy servants all needed help. Add to their deliberations wisdom and unanimity, and profit and speed to their conclusion. Bless Thy servant, the President of the United States, our veteran Commander-in- Chief, and all that have functions in the civil and military power. May the angel of Thy presence walk in the Cabinet and in the Congress and in the camp, to go before, to purify, and to direct the now greatly and universally-awakened love of country. And we beseech Thee to guide us, to overrule and order all things, and so to cause that nothing shall fail, that the disorders of the land may be speedily healed, that peace and concord may prevail, that truth and righteousness may be established, and that Thy Church and Kingdom may flourish in a larger peace and prosperity, for Thy Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.




Saturday, August 17, 2024

Hymnology: For Martyr's Victory

 
The Christian Martyrs' Last Prayer, by Jean-Léon Gérôme (1824-1904), oil on canvas


Setting

I first wrote this hymn in 2022. Since then, a whistleblower released a document that the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) has been targeting Catholics who have a traditional (read: correct) sense of morals and beliefs. That document makes this hymn even more poignant.


For Martyr's Victory


Text: David D. Varella (2022)
Tune: “Thaxted” by Gustav T. Holst (1917)

To Thee, O King of ages, we lift our minds in prayer,
We know that through our sufferings Thy grace is always there.
Thy summons to be faithful, not to live a life of ease,
Can make us ever anxious; Lord, fill us with Thy peace!
For evils daily increase and Martyrdom seems near,
O fill us with Thy courage dispelling ev’ry fear.

To Thee, O King eternal, we lift our heavy hearts,
The nation we love dearly has fallen very far;
Her decline in faith and morals makes her prey to wicked men
Who brag about their vices and pride on ev’ry sin.
They have started persecution of those who follow Thee,
Who strive for faith and virtue and pray for Thy true peace.

To Thee, O King and Savior, we bare our wounded lives,
The wounds which sin inflicted believing Satan’s lies.
But now we have repented, confessed, and seek Thy Face;
We bear our trials daily, our crosses we embrace.
Thy sacred Cross raised o’er us is bathing us in light,
Preparing us for battle, defending us in might!

Thy words, O King-Redeemer, we bear in mind today:
That if they hate Thee, Master, they’ll hate us in Thy way.
And Thou hast sternly warned us: in the world we’ll have distress;
But Thou hast conquered the world, and we have confidence
That our reward is very great when persecutions rise,
When suffering for Thy sake all calumnies and lies.

From Thee, O King and Victor in gold and crimson cope,
We know in our affliction: Thy Cross our only hope!
Help us to grant forgiveness unto our enemies,
As Thou in Thy great Passion while nailed to the Tree.
Help us to suffer all things with equanimity,
And so to steel endurance for Martyr’s victory!




Thursday, August 15, 2024

Poetry: The Crownless One Crowning

 
The Crowning of the Virgin, by Louis-Edouard Paul Fournier (1857–1917)


Sacred Poetry Writing Contest

Since 2020, the Catholic Literary Arts has had an annual Sacred Poetry Writing Contest. I only just discovered it early this year when one of my friends from our parish recommended that I give it a try. Being a poetry enthusiast, I immediately looked it up. It turns out, there is a form of poetry that is called ekphrastic poetry, which is poetry that is formed about a specific picture or image. According to Getty.edu, "Ekphrastic poetry has come to be defined as poems written about works of art; however, in ancient Greece, the term ekphrasis was applied to the skill of describing a thing with vivid detail." This, I admit, was not an easy thing to do, as it is the first time I had ever attempted such a thing. I am attempting something very similar by writing a hymn to Our Lady of Perpetual Help for a friend, so at least now I have "gotten my feet wet," as the saying goes. 

The three winners of the Contest did an excellent job, and seeing their poems has given me an idea of how to write such a poem. I normally stick with a certain meter and rhyme, but their winning entries have taught me that neither is so important when it comes to drawing out truths revealed in the art. These truths can be revealed through the use of colors, light, facial expressions, body postures, positions of articles, and many other things besides. What is great is that, although the artists may have used artistic techniques by which they sought to express realities or truths, sometimes there are other things the artists do not intend that are no less important. The First-Place poem really taught me that. Where I used to have a disdain for free verse, I do so no longer; that said, however, I thoroughly enjoyed the meter and rhyme scheme of the Third-Place poem. 

From the eight different images chosen for the Contest, the one titled The Crowning of the Virgin, really struck something within me. I tried to write it out in the poem, but words fell short. Essentially, I was struck by how the crownless Ecce Homo was crowning His Virgin-Mother, as if we could see the dogma of the Immaculate Conception within the image: that through the foreseen merits of the Passion of Jesus Christ, Mary was herself conceived without original sin. And so, without further ado, I present my submission.


Poem: The Crownless One Crowning


The Crownless One has crowned thee Queen,
The Crownless suffers insults keen.
But is He crownless crowning thee,
In burnt-sienna cloak and reed?

Where is His crown? This Mystery
Can be explained: That in our need
Christ the suff’ring Servant came
To be, less sin, like us the same.

Ere Mystery of the Incarnation,
God formed plan with perspication;
Thus He crowned thy brow with grace,
Second Eva of our race!

Thy white veil to all a sign:
No stain of sin was ever thine.
The azure blue upon thy sleeve,
Like waters of baptism received,
Reveals thine own surpassing grace
Which shines upon thy lovely face.

Thou art th’ Immaculate Conception
Only by His death and Passion:
He who is thy Son and Savior
Merits thee His grace and favor.

Before Him bendest humbly low,
Yet simultane lookest below
To aid our combat here on earth
And send us grace from thy reserve.

A careful glance upon Him now,
His face downcast and all forlorn
Revealeth lancing painful thorn
Hath moved to heart from on His brow
As tumult of the nations ring,
“Crownless be this God and King!”

Let faithful hearts comfort the Lord
And speak His praise forevermore!
Let faithful voices rise and sing,
“Long live the Queen, and Christ the King!”


Some Texts on Poets

St. Robert Southwell is the foremost poet amongst the English Martyrs, even though many others of them also wrote poetry. This is why I have taken him as one of my patrons for poetry, the other reason being that English is my native language; although my particular dialect is American-English, I see no reason why that should be an impediment to my deciding on his patronage. Below is the introductory paragraph from his feastday, February 21st, in Lives of the Saints for Every Day of the Year (1965; The Catholic Press, Inc.).

Saints and poets have a great quality in common. Both are blessed with a deep appreciation of beauty: the poet sees the order and magnificence in creation and communicates this to others through the written word; the saint recognizes this beauty as a reflection of God and communicates this experience to others through the example of his dedicated life. Perhaps saints and poets enjoy life more than most other people. With their gift of sensitivity, they feel, see, and hear more deeply the things that others very often take for granted. When a man is both saint and poet, his life is a reflection of all that is true and beautiful.

In Chapter 2 of his book Orthodoxy, G.K. Chesterton made the observation that poetry and imagination do not breed insanity, that reason and logic do. G.K. Chesterton was one of the finest minds of the Twentieth Century. It is my hope that someday, he will join the ranks of the Canonized Saints.

If we are to glance at the philosophy of sanity, the first thing to do in the matter is to blot out one big and common mistake. There is a notion adrift everywhere that imagination, especially mystical imagination, is dangerous to man’s mental balance. Poets are commonly spoken of as psychologically unreliable; and generally there is a vague association between wreathing laurels in your hair and sticking straws in it. Facts and history utterly contradict this view. Most of the very great poets have been not only sane, but extremely business-like; and if Shakespeare ever really held horses, it was because he was much the safest man to hold them. Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination. Artistic paternity is as wholesome as physical paternity. Moreover, it is worthy of remark that when a poet really was morbid it was commonly because he had some weak spot of rationality on his brain. Poe, for instance, really was morbid; not because he was poetical, but because he was specially analytical. Even chess was too poetical for him; he disliked chess because it was full of knights and castles, like a poem. He avowedly preferred the black discs of draughts, because they were more like the mere black dots on a diagram. Perhaps the strongest case of all is this: that only one great English poet went mad, Cowper. And he was definitely driven mad by logic, by the ugly and alien logic of predestination. Poetry was not the disease, but the medicine; poetry partly kept him in health. He could sometimes forget the red and thirsty hell to which his hideous necessitarianism dragged him among the wide waters and the white flat lilies of the Ouse. He was damned by John Calvin; he was almost saved by John Gilpin. Everywhere we see that men do not go mad by dreaming. Critics are much madder than poets. Homer is complete and calm enough; it is his critics who tear him into extravagant tatters. Shakespeare is quite himself; it is only some of his critics who have discovered that he was somebody else. And though St. John the Evangelist saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators. The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.

All around us, there is a general revival of interest in poetry that raises us up from the mundane and humdrum daily existence. Man is no longer satisfied with dullness and mediocrity: his indominable spirit longs to be uplifted to beautiful realities that transcend time and space. In previous times, there was an ecclesiastical interest primarily in Latin poetry for the Sacred Liturgy; while that is still good, we need poetry that reaches into the hearts of modern-day people, and in the United States, that can effectively be done with both modern and traditional English (although not mixed in a single poem, because that would be just straight-up awkward and unintelligent, like the goofy way the Vulcans spoke in the Original Star Trek series episode "Amok Time," whose screenwriter was likely no linguist). I do enjoy the poetry of Saints like Thomas Aquinas, Robert Southwell, Thomas More, John Paul II, and others. Yet, I also enjoy many other poets 

I once heard it said that our day and age do not produce the arts like in years or centuries past. The tide has changed; along with the rediscovery of the Gregorian Rite Liturgy (the "Traditional Latin Mass"), there has also been a great springtime in the arts: new classical music, new sacred music, new poetry, new hymns, new paintings, and new sculptures. Many musical compositions should also be considered modern classical music (here I am thinking of outstanding musical scores from motion pictures, like the four films The Lord of the Rings trilogy and Gladiator). To my surprise, the USCCB had a poetry/hymn competition for the Eucharistic Revival. And there is even a Catholic Poetry Society! These are definite signs of hope and renewal.




Friday, August 9, 2024

Poetry: Fiscal Manifesto

 

Image Credit: Fer Gregory/Shutterstock



Fiscal Manifesto

by David D. Varella

I will not spend ‘til my debt end,
Not carry debit card about,
Nor to complain or sulk or pout;
To debt got in, from debt get out.

I have a plan to force my hand:
Fiscal aimlessness to stall,
Fiscal safeguards to install,
Lest temptations do enthrall.

Avoiding strife, for now in life:
Securely place my debit card,
Not touch another credit card,
Distinguish wants from needs, though hard.

Use only cash to be not rash;
Put all my cards into safe-keeping
So that temptations won’t be creeping
Which add to debt another heaping.

Banks make plastic too elastic:
Too easy now it is to swipe,
Spend far too much on deal-hype,
Wants to needs too oft restriped.

I have great books, but for more look:
Those already owned I’ll read,
Then from booklust I’ll be freed
And pay off debt with greater speed.

To be content, from greed repent:
Spend not with liberality
But fiscal practicality,
Learn virtue of frugality.

To increase health would save a wealth:
Change menu to eat whole-foods way,
Far from added sugar stay,
Exercise as doctors say.

To fast a little makes not brittle:
I’ll tighten my belt at the waist,
Eat fridge-stuff to nothing waste,
Eat for strength and not for taste.

Though summer’s hot, sweat-drenched a lot,
To get to gardening outside,
To take a walk with ample stride,
Or puff on my tobacco pipe.

To give my mind time to unwind:
To sit and think in mental chime,
To write a journal entry fine
Or structured poetry with rhyme.

And now I fear I must end here:
In time right living will bestow
Fiscal virtue, this I know,
Through this fiscal manifesto.




Sunday, August 4, 2024

Poetry: Cost of Living

 

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Cost of Living

by David D. Varella

 

Eating out
Without doubt
Is the main
Money-drain.

Wicked knaves
Made us slaves
Through our debt,
Now we fret.

To our debt
Slaves as yet.
Save a dime,
Tried for crime.

 Kids eat more;
At the store
Food costs much –
Biden’s touch.

Taxes hiked,
Interest spiked,
Money earned
Quickly burned.

Household fight
With great might
About how
We must chow:

Diet and
Spend a grand?
Or get fed
With cheap bread?

Cost to live
Drains like sieve:
Paycheck earned,
Biden-spurned.

College fails,
Just makes sales;
Biden bails
Students’ wails.

Biden’s mind
Cannot find
Reason to
String words few.

Nanny-wife
Makes her life
Speaking for
Daftest bore.

He’s a tool,
Witless fool,
Enemies
Use as please.

Yet our vote
Had been smote
By their plot:
Cheaters’ draught.

What to do,
Me and you?
To be Christ
Will suffice. 

Power all
God makes fall
Or to stay
For each day.

To rebel
Leads to hell;
Better way:
To obey.

See, God’s plan
Gives to man
Every grace
For to face

Satan’s wiles
To defile
Us within
By our sin.

Anger is
Just a fizz,
Give it time
To unwind.

Lust is fire,
Don’t inquire;
Work a craft
To distract.

Covet none,
Envy shun;
Be content,
Peace thus sent.

Don’t complain,
It is vain,
Turns to vice
Sacrifice.

Be not stuffed;
Eat enough
To be strong,
Carry on.

Laziness,
Fruitlessness;
Not to work
Has no worth.

Be not drunk
In your bunk;
Stay alert,
Drink for mirth.

If paid more,
Put in store;
Paid-off debt
Freedom gets.

Humble be
For to see;
Pride is stiff,
Causes rifts.

You will find
Pride is blind:
Will not see
Aught but “me!”

Greed is cruel
Chains for fools;
Avoids care,
Fuels despair. 

Deceit, lies,
Bring demise:
Who deceives
None believes.

Wise men give
While they live;
Misers save
To their grave.

Senseless wit
Is unfit
For a crown
Or renown.

Takes his gift,
Buries it
Out of fear,
Shame so near.

Snowflakes will
Raze to nil
Others’ wealth
For offense felt:

Claim to be
Trigg’d by screeds:
Clear excuse,
Court’s abuse.

That is theft,
Sense bereft;
To restore,
Avoids war.

Civil war
Men deplore,
Yet ‘tis cold,
We are sold:

Taxes steal,
People reel:
Billions sent
To lost war’s dent.

Laund’ring scheme
The real theme:
Ukraine spends,
Contracts Dems.

Criminals
Ever thrive;
Citizens
Bare survive.

Children’s stand,
Lemonade,
Is harassed
For “tax unpaid.”

Greedy fools,
Unjust rules
Steal in stages
Honest wages.

We the People,
‘Neath the steeple,
Beg God vanquish
Deadly anguish.

Ten percent
Good for God;
Government
Takes more broad.

And yet, God’s plan
I understand:
He makes poor
Seek His stores,

Stores of grace,
Stores of love,
And seek our place
In heav’n above.

We don’t despair
When world’s unfair;
We don’t look grim,
But look to Him.

In God we trust,
Forgive we must,
Though men unjust
Fill with disgust.

God does provide,
Steps not aside,
He won’t despise
Our upturned eyes.

God never sleeps,
He hears our weeps
Wept in the deeps,
Provides in heaps.

For all our days
We sing His praise,
Walk in His ways
And seek His gaze.

Do not take light
The Lord of might,
For He will fight
And make things right.

We turn our hearts
As loving darts
To God most high
Yet ever nigh.

When exile ends,
This life upends,
If I’m God’s friend,
He will defend

My very life;
Eternal strife
Will never be
The end for me.




Saturday, May 11, 2024

Eucharistic Revival: O Source and Summit of Our Life

 

The Elevation of the Host, Easter Sunday 2023.
St. Theresa Catholic Church, Sugar Land, TX.

I wrote this hymn for the Eucharistic Revival Hymn Competition.  I did not win the competition, so I am posting my hymn here. Ms. Kathleen Pluth from Arizona won the competition, so congratulations to her!  For this hymn entry, I was contacted by someone in the USCCB who informed me that I was among the top three finalists, so there is that consolation.  To date, I have never won a poetry or hymn competition, but I am still trying! 


Hymn: O Source and Summit of Our Life

Text: David D. Varella
Primary Tune: KINGSFOLD, traditional English melody
Meter: 86.86.86.86

1. O Source and Summit of our life, we come into your home,
Our feet are standing in your walls, no longer shall we roam.
Your Presence here fills us with hope, gives foretaste of great joy:
You are unto your saints above delight without alloy!

2. Your manna in the desert fell, restoring weary feet,
And David ate the sacred bread that only priests could eat;
So as we journey on to you, in weariness and tears,
You freely give your Flesh to eat, refreshing us with cheer.

3. On mountainside you multiplied the bread for thousands there,
Then in the upper room changed bread into your Body fair:
The off’ring of Melchisedek was here fulfilled in you,
And your apostles took and ate as you told them to do.

4. As wedding Guest at Cana you changed water into wine,
Then in the upper room changed wine into your Blood Divine:
As blood on doorposts was the sign the Israelites to spare,
So we, your Blood upon our lips, your promised mercy share.

5. The power that you gave to men to offer Sacrifice,
“This do in memory of me,” is gift without a price.
And through the ages you come down to be our sacred Feast,
As bishops in unbroken line ordain men as your priests.

6. The priest holds high your Body and the chalice of your Blood,
Like serpent bronze in wilderness for healing lifted up;
And we are present at your cross on Calvary once more,
Your bleeding Body lifted up for love becomes our cure.

7. Examine we our inmost soul, ensuring conscience clean,
If unworthy through mortal sin, Confession first is key.
May this Communion not condemn our lives unto the flames,
But may it save our souls from death to praise your holy Name!

8. O Lord, remain with us today, for darkness gathers on,
Speak more to us within our hearts before the light is gone.
Grant unto us unyielding faith to know your Presence here,
And in the breaking of the Bread remove all doubt and fear.

9. In this great Sacrament, O Lord, make one this faithful throng,
Unite us in this Eucharist, with charity our song.
As we go out into the world, our hearts now set ablaze,
Show us all those who need our help in many, varied ways.

10. All glory be to Christ the Lord, our King and Bread of Life,
To Father and to Paraclete be power, laud, and might.
We here adore this Sacrament in truth and peace and love,
Lord, be our nourishment to reach our home with you above.


Commentary

After receiving a criticism of the mention of the word "Confession" in the text (along with the recommendation that I change that word to "repentance"), I consulted a priest, who had this to say:

I think both “repentance” and “Confession” are okay.  I think “Confession” is altogether better, more accurate, and better for the souls who will hear the hymn.  I think “repentance” is accurate, but not as specific as it could be, and opens the possibility of misleading souls since it is much more general and vague than “Confession”.

The current code of Canon Law says:

Can. 916 Anyone who is conscious of grave sin may not celebrate Mass or receive the Body of the Lord without previously having been to sacramental confession, unless there is a grave reason and there is no opportunity to confess; in this case the person is to remember the obligation to make an act of perfect contrition, which includes the resolve to go to confession as soon as possible.

First, an act of  perfect contrition is pretty hard and I don’t think we should easily judge ourselves as having made one.  Even if we have, this includes the resolve to Confess ASAP.   I don’t have it in front of me, but there was a condemned proposition that held “asap” basically meant at the next convenient time.  The pope condemned that idea, meaning that it couldn’t just be when convenient, but had to be asap, even if that meant going to a different priest or one you would rather not go to.

Looking online, it seems the 1983 code changed some language.  All previous mentions had said if there was “necessity”, which the new code changed to “grave reason”.  I don’t see a big difference between the two and the examples given could all fall under both “grave reason” and “necessity”.  Whichever it is, it will be much more likely to occur for a priest than a lay person.  The only examples I found online for a lay person were someone who remembers an unconfessed mortal sin on the point of receiving Holy Communion or to save the Eucharist from profanation.

 And Session XIII of the Council of Trent made the following declarations:

If it is unbeseeming for any one to approach to any of the sacred functions, unless he approach holily; assuredly, the more the holiness and divinity of this heavenly sacrament are understood by a Christian, the more diligently ought he to give heed that he approach not to receive it but with great reverence and holiness, especially as we read in the Apostle those words full of terror: He that eateth and drinketh unworthily, eateth and drinketh judgment to himself. Wherefore, he who would communicate, ought to recall to mind the precept of the Apostle: Let a man prove himself. Now ecclesiastical usage declares that necessary proof to be, that no one, conscious to himself of mortal sin, how contrite soever he may seem to himself, ought to approach to the sacred Eucharist without previous sacramental confession. This the holy Synod hath decreed is to be invariably observed by all Christians, even by those priests on whom it may be incumbent by their office to celebrate, provided the opportunity of a confessor do not fail them; but if, in an urgent necessity, a priest should celebrate without previous confession, let him confess as soon as possible. (Session XIII, Chapter 7).

CANON XI. lf any one saith that faith alone is a sufficient preparation for receiving the sacrament of the most holy Eucharist, let him be anathema. And for fear lest so great a sacrament may be received unworthily, and so unto death and condemnation, this holy Synod ordains and declares, that sacramental confession, when a confessor may be had, is of necessity to be made beforehand, by those whose conscience is burthened with mortal sin, how contrite even soever they may think themselves. But if any one shall presume to teach, preach, or obstinately to assert, or even in public disputation to defend the contrary, he shall be thereupon excommunicated. (Session XIII, Canon 11).

And in the Summa Theologiae (Supplementum Tertiae Partis, Chapter Six) Saint Thomas Aquinas made these assertions:

As the purpose of confessing is united to contrition, a man is bound to have this purpose when he is bound to have contrition, viz. when he calls his sins to mind, and chiefly when he is in danger of death, or when he is so circumstanced that unless his sin be forgiven, he must fall into another sin: for instance, if a priest be bound to say Mass, and a confessor is at hand, he is bound to confess or, if there be no confessor, he is bound at least to contrition and to have the purpose of confessing.

But to actual confession a man is bound in two ways. First, accidentally, viz. when he is bound to do something which he cannot do without committing a mortal sin, unless he go to confession first: for then he is bound to confess; for instance, if he has to receive the Eucharist, to which no one can approach, after committing a mortal sin, without confessing first, if a priest be at hand, and there be no urgent necessity. Hence it is that the Church obliges all to confess once a year; because she commands all to receive Holy Communion once a year, viz. at Easter, wherefore all must go to confession before that time. (Article 5, Response).




Tuesday, April 30, 2024

PAD 30: The End in the Beginning

 

At the annual Life Chain in October.

PAD Challenge, Day 30 prompt: For today's Two-for-Tuesday prompt, write a The End poem and/or write a Beginning poem.

The End in the Beginning

“Finis origine pendet.” – “The end depends on the beginning.” (Manlius, 1st Cent. Roman poet).

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end” (Revelation 22:13).

Most people begin with a sprint and then they choke out,
But some begin like a marathon as soon as the race has broke out;
The latter begin with a sure-footed step,
Not worried by those far ahead at first lap,
For they’ll persevere and then shorten the lead
When the sprinters will falter and struggle to breathe.

As parents, we always will look to the end,
And efforts to form a good character spend.
I have somewhere read that by the ripe age of six,
The foundation for character’s already fixed.
So we should not give children a life made of ease,
But forge them through toughness and responsibility.

We parents have always to think far ahead,
Or face dire consequences that we dread:
That Eli’s true shame would become then our own
For lack of good diligent discipline shown.
If twisting persists when the sapling is green,
Distorted and warped will the full-grown tree be.

With diligent discipline prune we the branch,
Or else all is fruitless not taking a stance
To form moral compass and character firm
In all of our children, despite tantrums and squirms.
Thus, we look to the end when raising our children,
Raising to maturing: with this sight we begin.

But how to form their character when often it’s the case
That many men are fatherless or with indifference raised?
So often, men do seek to be affirmed in manliness,
And often seek it wrongly in a woman’s sweet caress.
Boys are made to men within the council of other men,
Political correctness cannot stifle this natural trend.

We look to the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End,
The first One and the last One, to be our very Friend;
To reveal to us the Father, and Saint Joseph in His stead,
As we seek to raise our families and earn our daily bread;
To give to us His Spirit, Paraclete and Counsellor,
That our efforts may be fruitful by His grace for to endure.




Sunday, April 28, 2024

Eucharistic Revival: Come To Me

 

Sanctuary Lamps burning before the Tabernacle, where the Lord Jesus Christ is truly present in the Holy Eucharist.

Come To Me

Tune: Chartres, 15th Century French Tune
Meter: 87.87 D

Come to Me, all you, My faithful,
Come unto My altar-throne,
Come and visit Me more often
For I wait here all alone.
I have kept My lamp-light burning,
Glowing in deep crimson red,
For I thirst for one small visit
More than all this silence dread.

Come to me, all you o’erburdened
By your sorrows and your woe,
I will grant you rest more precious
Than the pleasures of the foe.
I have kept My lamp-light burning,
Come and rest your weary head,
I will calm the storms of anguish
More than sleep upon your bed.

Come to Me, all hearts yet broken
Treading sorrow’s darkened road,
I will be your sweet Salvation,
I will be your Joy untold.
I have kept My lamp-light burning,
See its beams of blesséd light,
Come to Me and in your heart I’ll
Set your hope to burning bright.

Come to Me, all you who, sinners,
Live amidst despairing fear,
Be not afraid, My Blood was shed,
Price was paid, and you are dear.
You are not beyond My Mercy,
Repent, enter My Heart’s cove,
See, I keep My lamp-light burning:
In the Host, My Heart of love!

Come to Me, all you the lukewarm,
Now’s the time to fervent grow;
Come to Me, be My disciple,
Learn from Me and get to know
All the ways of love and mercy,
Fervent charity to sow.
See, I keep My lamp-light burning,
Keep your baptism-flame aglow!

Come to Me, all unbelievers,
See Me in the Host at Mass!
I am here, your great Redeemer,
Hear My priest, have faith at last!
Look! I left My lamp on for you,
I who am the Lamb of God,
Doubt no longer, come to know Me,
Come and find what saints have sought!




Tuesday, April 23, 2024

PAD 23: Burden of the Heart

 
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PAD Challenge, Day 23 prompt: for today's Two-for-Tuesday prompt: write a "(blank) of the Heart" poem, and/or write a "Heart of the (blank)" poem.


Burden of the Heart

"See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him." (1 John 3:1).

"Truly, truly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master; nor is he who is sent greater than he who sent him" (John 13:16).

"And when they bring you to trial and deliver you up, do not be anxious beforehand what you are to say; but say whatever is given you in that hour, for it is not you who speak, but the Holy Spirit" (Mark 13:11).

My heart weighs so heavy within my own soul,
My heart bears a cross that so few people know;
This cross is the knowledge that where Christ hath trod,
I will quickly follow my Master, my God.

There looms in the sky such an ominous cloud
Attempting the light of my faith to cast out.
May God grant me courage to stand and be true,
Despite that strong persecution will ensue.

I often do wonder ‘bout what I will say,
But God will give words to my mouth on that day.
May God grant me courage to say what I must
‘Gainst participation in others’ own lusts.

A law has been made and been put in effect:
In others’ own sins we must partake direct;
But I will not bow to this godless decree
That strips us of all religious liberty.

Now some say that prudence means bowing to this,
But we must stand up against evil amiss,
Or otherwise suffer the fate that is sure
For letting an evil agenda endure.

Written in 2016 at Martindale Army Airfield in San Antonio, Texas, just after a mandatory class on transgenders and homosexuals in the military. I nearly walked out during that class because the NCO giving it said, “Any individual or any religion still holding that transgenderism and homosexuality are wrong needs to get with the times.” I was so furious that I would have walked out, except that my fellow soldiers must have seen how red my face got (my face must have been beet-red because I know I was trembling and burning hot), for they really plead with me during the break, saying, “Don’t ruin your career!”

I will state outright that I do not hate anyone, not even transgenders or homosexuals. There are many who suffer from the disorders of gender dysphoria or same-sex attraction, and I am aware that such are heavy crosses to bear. But what I cannot and will not tolerate is being told that I have to sit down and shut up, and act like those disorders are ordered to true love when they are in fact ordered to sin (if they are indulged in and acted upon). I have often heard it said that “You can’t help who you love,” and that may be true because we should love everyone; but even if we reduce love to mere physical attraction, people can still help how they love others. To phrase it similarly, “You can help how you love.” Not all love is or should be marital love; there are also other types of love: there is filial love, which a child has for a parent; or parental love, which a parent has for a child; or the love of friendship. In Christianity, there are also the self-sacrificial love (agape) and love that wills the best for others in light of eternity (caritas). Though there are times in a marriage when the marital love is good and delightful, there are also other times when the love is more akin to agape-love or caritas-love, wherein spouses let go of their own desires for the good of one another or of the whole family.

There is one more point. There are nine ways of being an accessory to another's sin:

  1. By defending the sin.
  2. By being silent.
  3. By being a partner in the sin.
  4. By concealment, or hiding another's sin (in this case, a sin that is public; revealing someone else's sins that are not public is another sin called detraction).
  5. By praise or flattery for the sin.
  6. By provocation.
  7. By consent.
  8. By command.
  9. By counsel.

The NCO instructing the class ultimately said that we must agree and act like everything is normal. That would force us into participation in others sins by violating numbers 2 and 7; those who participate in June Pride events or misrepresent the whole affair as one of "civil rights" are also violating numbers 1 and 5; and those who try to paint these sins as normal and acceptable are also violating number 9, and potentially number 6 as well. Those who, in schools or other venues, conceal from the parents any surgical procedures, pharmaceutical prescriptions, or sexual education or counselling that their children receive, are also in violation of number 4. Of course, when we speak out about anything, prudence is required. Sometimes others are not ready to hear our message, at other times they are unwilling to hear it. In that case, we pray for them so that their interior disposition will be softened and enlightened and ready for the grace of God. Then, when they are ready, we speak the truth with great charity. As Aristotle once wrote, "having virtue just means doing the right thing, at the right time, in the right way, in the right measure, toward the right people." And we should take these words to heart when teaching others the truth of the Catholic Faith.




Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Ash Wednesday Poem: Silence Fleshly Lust

 



Silence Fleshly Lust

Remember, man, that you are mortal dust,
Humble yourself and silence fleshly lust.
The lust of food against all moderation,
So that the more you may resist temptation.
The lust of reins against all chastity,
So that in heart and mind you may be free.
The lust of comfort against all good reason,
So that you may be fruitful in all seasons.
The lust of anger to vent all your passion,
So that you may be gentle with compassion.
The lust of greed to usury and harm,
So that you be detached and give out alms.
The lust of unforgiveness in your heart,
So at your judgment you won’t hear “Depart!”




PAD 17: Not Septuagesima, But Modern Captivity

 



PAD Challenge, Day 17 prompttake the phrase "Not (blank)," replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: "Not the Only One," "Not Like This," "Not Without Eating One More Piece of Pie," and/or "Not Sure What I Was Saying."

Not Septuagesima, But Modern Captivity

This season once both honored and revered
Is in the Pauline Rite excised, severed;
And though reformers gave their reasons why,
One’s only known by hindsight’s keenest eye:
We do not celebrate this season now,
But in our own captivity we bow
Beneath a heavy yoke painful to bear,
Yet firm in Peter’s Barque, the storm we dare.
Hear ye this truth which I shall here define:
We do not celebrate Gesimatide,
For in captivity ourselves we find.

When Israel returned from Babylon,
And seventy years’ exile had been done,
The Levites had to interpret the Law:
Aramaic was their tongue since Babylon,
But God’s Law written in the Hebrew tongue.
And so it is in hist’ry’s second lung
(The first lung was the time before the Christ,
The second now ‘til Christ returns in light):
The Liturgy in languages dispersed
Has all but lost the language of the Church,
One of the triple-tongues made sacred by
Its presence on the sacred Cross of Christ.

Septuagesima means “seventy”,
Full excised in year Nineteen-Seventy.
To some, these things are mere coincidence;
To me, they are clear signs of Providence.
No longer in the Babylon of old,
The enemies of Christ are very bold.
The true captivity that now we face
That seeks our holy Faith to now erase,
If not from out our churches, from our hearts,
Causing us to doubt is where it starts.
And when our faith and hope become unmoored,
Our love grows cold, our souls become so poor.
All this is driven by our enemies
Who hold us in present captivity.

“Who are these captors?” this we dare to ask.
They are Freemasons, working Satan’s task.
And just like Satan wants us to believe
That he does not exist because unseen,
So his Freemasons operate in dark
To snuff out grace divine, God’s inward spark,
To force atheism upon the world
By cruél and barbaric means untold.
Yet now in modern times it’s not the same,
They saw that by Martyrs the Church became
Stronger than before the captors came,
To their public disgrace and utter shame.

Here they attack through universities,
And that is why they push to get degrees,
Even though most are useless now because
The trades are in demand, not tie-wear jobs.
They educate to materialism
By marketing and consumerism;
And by not training in money and budget,
They set up youth as slaves to crushing debt.
These secular institutions have sold
So many minds to errors for much gold.
They hate the Church and all us patriots,
And train up Marxist useful idiots
Devoid of faith in God and moral ways,
Hell-bent on pure destruction in their wake.

While “climate change” at first appears to be
A lack of faith in nature’s God fully,
God who created things both great and small,
Things visible, invisible, and all;
God who, the Word through whom all things were made,
Who in our flesh would calm the wind and wave;
God who, the Spirit hov’ring o’er the deep,
Would order all from chaos to beauty.
But hidden ‘neath this surface lack of faith
Is hatred of our God by treach’rous knaves.
‘Tis Satan’s strong desire: “All but God!”
So he would have us worship naught but sod,
Which is the earth absent God’s sacred breath
(His Rhua breathed into our clay-formed flesh).
This is the reason demons fiercely hate
All men and strive to earth depopulate
From us who bear God’s image and His life.
And to this end, divide as with a knife,
As fear spurs hate, and hatred global war,
Abortion, and indiff’rence to the core,
Murd'ring the helpless all throughout the land,
Ignoring needs of neighbors – fellow man.

For theft of hope, the demons oft employ
The media, which steals all peace and joy.
The news itself has rightfully been called
“The devil’s gospel”, for ‘tis evil sprawl
That they lay out to catch us in a snare,
Evil on full display to cause despair.
The devil often seems angel of light,
He shines in our devices glowing bright,
So we beware his evil, wicked glow,
Whence vile impurity is wont to flow:
Through TV and radio waves he roams
As uninvited guest into our homes.
Beware his wickedness on full display,
Or else he'll with your fam’ly have his way.

So how do we our spirits now renew,
How dread fear and anguish to undo?
We laugh, rejoice, and smile in evil’s face,
And thank God for this undeservéd grace:
That we more keenly feel this exile now,
And lift our eyes to heaven from the ground.
For we have been so prosp’rous here below,
It's dulled our senses to what we should know:
That Christ is King and Lord of hist’ry here
Upon this earth, so we should never fear.
For what can separate us from the life
Or love of God, save sin, ‘gainst which we strive?
Our charity for God and neighbor’s good
Will lift us up to heaven by His Rood.

May faith and hope and charity abide
In each today we have ere death’s divide.




Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Septuagesima Poem: Prepare Ye Well

Gesimatide, Ash Wednesday, and the four Sundays of Lent before Passiontide.
The fourth Sunday of Lent is also called "Laetare Sunday".


Septuagesima: Prepare Ye Well

Septuagesima Season reminds us that we are
Not in heaven-Jerusalem, but in exile afar,
Held captive by this world of sin, this city-Babylon;
Remember we our miseries by sin and vice brought on.
A deep, honest Confession we prepare ere holy Lent,
So Lent we start within God’s grace, in spirit penitent.
And in this preparation we can see our weaknesses,
And form a Lenten practice to combat our sinfulness.
So for example, if it’s sloth to which we tend to fall,
Resolve we to not hit the snooze, but out of bed to crawl,
And day’s first battle thus is won, and each day strength we find.
Then on Good Friday offer Christ what habit we’ve refined,
And though Lent may be over with the joy of Eastertide,
This habit that we’ve formed for good need not be cast aside.