"We can make a ladder of our vices if we tread them underfoot." --St. Augustine

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem for Fr. Basilio Alava, OSA

Let infinity rule
in wisdom and in grace.
Let eternity resound
until the last penny
is spent on God's kingdom.
The house of God must be rebuilt,
it's been left in ruins for so long.
For that they need a friend:
a friend who can share with them
life's suprising twists and turns;
a friend who can demonstrate to them
the Creator's loving providence and care;
a friend who can tenderly yet firmly
lead them to the City of God.
God's people need you.
Please stay.


Crisis of indifference,
this church remains open.
Christ Himself, the Good Shepherd,
is the Pastor here.
This is God's house.
He is our loving Father.
This house is yours and mine,
God has made it to be ours.
His love has gathered us
together. His love
has made us His children.
Leave your cares behind.

When You See Angels

When you see angels
dancing their way to heaven
through the eye of a needle,
reality becomes a playground
of your childhood dreams.