Home-bringing for Mr. Ed

Ed "passed", in common parlance.

Tears fall heavy...and mixed

arms pressing comfort

upon the backs of mourners

Gathering frees tales

as  memories stir

bearing scenes long-lain

in the sub-conscious pot

Food tastes lonely.

Tales alone sustain

'tween the silent moments

of the gathered clan

Tis the home-bringing by Sister Death

Life's magnetic Guess

standing here at center stage

directing Ed's theatric skit

*...forward is the challenge, the surprise, the discovery.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Why keep repeating, "The Church of Christ, the Church of Christ"?  Why are you so fearful?  That Church doesn't yet exist, and that's a matter of joy - we're still en route to Jerusalem.  Let the Church become the Church of Christ, people will notice.  But let it leave publicity to popular advertisers who spend millions to influence opinion.  To think that the Church could simply be illumination and light is absurd - fortunately!  Otherwise, we'd already be in eternal life; admit you're not really keen on the idea. 

  -Be suspicious of those who glory in belonging to the Church.  It's not a matter of belonging.  We are the Church on the march in all its diversity.

  -"Holiness," they say - "if only there were more holiness, everything would be simple!"  They talk about sanctity the way others talk about oil.  That's their style, naive and cunning.  As if it were understood that holiness would leave everything the way it is.

  -How well ordered and glorious the Church was in the days when Popes and cardinals waged war and practiced various vices!  Morality might receive a few setbacks but at least doctrine was never breached.  That proved God was somehow present in it.  When I was a boy apologetics knew how to make use of anything.  How stupid!  The time soon came when people could perceive that this doctrinal fortress was the symptom of dead minds that were only interested in control.  The marvel was that the Word managed to make its way underneath all this, like a spring that is both protected and impeded by a large rock.

  -"Is virtue fatal?" ...Cioran asks?