W. B. Yeats: Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. ........The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Is it mere anarchy.....no. Can the centre hold: yes. Innocence is drowned this is true, and Humanity chooses a path away from its intention, but God has not turned His eye from us. Far from it. Those twenty centuries of stony sleep are a fable because we are NOT ALL ASLEEP, ARE WE? And we have already seen He whom has been born in Bethlehem. If we have not, then we need to turn our heads toward Him. I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Revelation, 19:11-15 How hard is it for a woman who has lost her only beloved child, little by little, fighting every step of the way, to give thanksgiving? I give thanks for those here who have accepted me, who want to read what I write; I give thanks for the fact, the absolute reality, that my four journeys to Europe in search of sanctity for my child have born the fruit for which they were intended. And I give thanks for Hero and for a very special woman, an in real life person, who loves me even though I dont know why; and for my beloved priest, Father William Woodruff, who keeps me in my saddle. This is my Thanksgiving. And for the love of my life, I know where you are, we have met for I think the final time before I close my eyes and my soul goes back to God. I know you are safe, joyful, healed, free and I thank you for the sacrifice you made by coming into the world to be the child I wanted to raise, even though it entailed a final, intense suffering. Think, my friends. Even in horror, no matter the horror, there is a blessing and, in the next place, it will mean nothing. youtube/watch?v=0AC4ovCUs4Y
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 23:39:20 +0000
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