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
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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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Still the Beast ~ Steel the Best
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