Anguishing the Holy

Let the wolf howl, Myst'ry

the beasts cry

those mating, Fate

gathering as they cry

Let the myst'ry play

on the unpredictable paths

beckoning the heart to walk

to walk, to walk, walk tall

through darkness and light

to the forks that chart

one's unknown course

to cascades of castle rocks

to the beasts of moving life

Go tither there

go with forward chest

with feet firmly placed

though knees in tension knock

and hands shake

and fear unseen assails

and unknown groans mock

Christ walks beside you

stands silently inside you

is met with prayer within you

as the tremoulous journey begins

until your tremoulous journey ends

*History is selective memory.

*We can all speak as if we're innocent, yet we are all guilty.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Who would want to drink at a dried-up spring?  In the spiritual order everything is spontaneity and beginning.

  -Faith is not communicated by means of doctrine only, but in spite of and apart from it, to everyone who believes that something opens up beyond human experience.

  -...in the last analysis neither laws nor rituals create love; they imply it.  The death of Jesus radically challenges for all times those social mechanisms that substitute culpability or repression for love.

  -One has to want to be a dupe to believe that love can be harmonized with worldly prudence and good will, with "virtues" that help arrange our comfort or a "justice" that is nothing but the organization of universal greed.