Prodigal Son "Jesus Cryists "
During my teen years I started becoming less interested in religion which is not uncommon. Going into the Marine Corp with my faith weak, on again off again and the changes of Vatican II were certainly no help in keeping my Faith strong, so mostly I drifted further away until it didn’t matter to me anymore. “Maybe God exists, I don’t care, I don’t think about it, I am doing my own thing, living my own life. I am away from things that have always held me back.” That’s where I was, coming out of the service, lost... a fugitive from God and religion. But God would not simply let it be. Things were no better in my life now, than when I did “believe”, I was just.. “more lost”. God did not pester me or force me to come back to His Church. He allowed counterfeiters and deceivers to preach the gospel of verisimilitude and placebo with such zealous belief that they had the truth. I was so shamed that these people had such great zeal yet no knowledge of truth and I had the Truth but no zeal. I felt like everyone was trying to pull me away from God with the name of Jesus. The name of Jesus would not leave my life. It was Jesus this and Jesus that, all manner of misconception, misdirection and self deception, like all the devils of hell using the name of Jesus to steal my soul, that drove me fiercely back to the Catholic Church. It was a long and painful journey back, humility, reconciliation, but I knew the Catholic Church was “The Real Thing”.
Catholic The Universal Word No one can deny *Genuine*Brand Name*Original* 33 AD ∆ Ω ∆ Ω ∆ Ω ∆ Ω Pique of Wisdom It is said: "Wisdom comes with age" It is considered That one generation is fifteen years In the human cycle of life Perhaps this is why The teen years are the peak of wisdom The rest of life is all downhill Humility Patience Understanding The Enlightenment! Of how little you really know! And a longing for the Truth Wisdom is the Flower of Virtue!
The pique of wisdom Is that it is so elusive Until you have fallen from the peak
Ken Ye
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Secrets Of The Universe
Once Upon A Dreaming When still a child in my Father’s House I dreamed upon a time I wrote a book divine That contained all the secrets of the universe Then awhile I slept And upon awaking when I went to read I could the script no longer see All the pages appeared empty to my eyes For the runes had been writ In the inklings of the universe That only spirit eyes could see When I slept it was my spirit eyes that closed And when I woke it was my earthly eyes That opened on the world And left me blind to the divine Spirit eyes can fully divine While earthly eyes see only by design Now in my age of discernment Again I dream with eyes divine And now I write again for thee the book Inklings of a mustered cede if you so incline To fully see a great flowering of wisdom In your mind To set you free
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A Tale Of The Christmas Tree
To a humble virgin the angel Gabriel came to say Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with Thee Blessed art thou among all women The angel Gabriel then went to fields near Jerusalem And planted a seed The seed sprouted from the earth a December day Every year for thirty three He celebrated the birth of life into the world Bearing witness with another ring Tall and stalwart did he grow Pining his greater purpose yet to know Peter did he call his name and raised his limbs in praise This year came men of sin, hacked him from his root Chosen for his common humble wood Unsuitable for the glorified works of Man He was stripped, cut and deformed into a thing of pain To be the altar of sacred offering for sin Upon which his birth mate, Jesus, the savior would hang Embraced willingly by his purpose He was carried along the path of pain Tall and stalwart did he stand in sacred offering Presenting Jesus to His Father
This is a story Of The Christmas Tree And why we choose the pine Pine means to yearn deeply with painful longing And the common wood represents humility of being Jesus being the Ultimate Humility is our path to Glory Each man born is mated with a cross to fit his life He must embrace willingly And walk the path to Calvary To give the gift of self In sacred offering to God
Self is the gift that must be given Or it will sour and turn to pride Fall of Angels Fall of Man
Honor the humble wood By keeping its purpose affixed Christ The Sacred Offering of Self The Tree of Life The Crucifix
May you celebrate a Mary Christmas
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Love Potion The Treasured Good Wife
Would be you a pearl of great price Drink of this potion I prescribe
Imbibe the wisdom of mellifluous word The malefic be cast and never heard Would the warrior you disarm Gird must you the goddess charm
Quest would you the “Golden Fleece”? Kill the harpy, Set the goddess free!
Man would sing to the cat o’nine Than feel the lash of a woman's tongue The cat tears merely at the flesh While the tongue cuts deep into the soul
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If ye'll not your beast abey Your beast ye will obey
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Mellifluous Word Those of God Sword Gracious and magnanimous be To those of lesser mettle Because you acknowledge “There go I but for the grace of God” Rouse not your ire But gentle them by your example What is Love
To err is human To forgive is Devine
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The Curious Word
Loquacity of iterant mundanity Renders unto apathy Laconic saiths of uniquity Impregnate to fecundity
A thousand words will be lost To the pain of their hearing While a few well said Will be heard a thousand times
Ken Ye
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Don of Nature
Not only did He don nature as His glove Of Creation He dawned our nature with His Love In preparation Not only did He dawn our souls His Nature For our participation He donned our nature as His Love For our salvation
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Holy Smoke
Smoke of weeds is bane addiction of the will Smoke of incense is benediction of the will One is oblate of the altar of God Other is oblate of the alter of God Which is your will To Loo or To lieu To loose or to lose Kindle Ye
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God’s Will
To capture an inkling One must be quick For ‘tis in a twinkling Be they fixed With spirit eyes in a still of thought They may be captured In a flash of enlightenment wrought
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