Category Archives: Poetry

A False Choice

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Love and life drained
in the agony of despair

a false choice that wants to rip
humanity from your heart

for the world calls you
to give up the fruit of your womb

to offer it as a sacrifice
to appease the gods

that we have built for ourselves.

That is not you! Your heart knows best
because you were made for more

yet you feel that you have no choice

but why such haplessness
before the dawn?

Don’t you know that light shine
its brightest in the depth of night?

Caleb
GTG

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Paris

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Wild hues paints the skies
as the sun bows to the stars

Orange teasings with red
purple playing with blue

A canvas bursting with
colors full of life!

strange and innocent
wild and indomitable

for He saved the best for last!
as if teasing the City of Lights

Will you ever see me again?

Caleb
GTG

Copenhagen (Edited Version)

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Seafarer, when are you coming home?

For you sailed before dawn could
light up the skies

and anxious are the lips
waiting for you.

Time fades as the waves
caresses the shores under her feet.

Careless and oblivious
with reckless abandonment

the sun takes aim at the sea
ignoring her plead…

A hope is whisper under her lips
for the Basilica bells still ring

calling you home.

Caleb
GTG

St. Thérèse of Lisieux

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“Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.”

-St. Thérèse of Lisieux

Today is the feast day of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, the little flower of child of Jesus. She is the catholic patron saint of missionaries, although she never left her convent. She is the youngest Doctor of the Church, a very special title for those saints whom preaching and writings have help defend and solidify orthodoxy in Christian teaching. Her autobiography “Story of a Soul” is one of the most powerful modern testimonies of Christian faith. She entered the Carmelite order when she was just 15 years old and died from Tuberculosis when she was only 24 years old.

In honor of her feast day here is one of her poems:

MY HOPE

Though in a foreign land I dwell afar,
I taste in dreams the endless joys of heaven.
Fain would I fly beyond the farthest star,
And see the wonders to the ransomed given!
No more the sense of exile weighs on me,
When once I dream of that immortal day.
To my true fatherland, dear God! I see,
For the first time I soon shall fly away.
Ah! give me, Jesus! wings as white as snow,
That unto Thee I soon may take my flight.
I long to be where flowers unfading blow;
I long to see Thee, O my heart’s Delight!
I long to fly to Mary’s mother arms,
To rest upon that spotless throne of bliss;
And, sheltered there from troubles and alarms,
For the first time to feel her gentle kiss.
Thy first sweet smile of welcoming delight
Soon show, O Jesus! to Thy lowly bride;
O’ercome with rapture at that wondrous sight,
Within Thy Sacred Heart, ah! let me hide.
O happy moment! and O heavenly grace!
When I shall hear Thee, Jesus, speak to me;
And the full vision of Thy glorious Face
For the first time my longing eyes shall see.
Thou knowest well, my only martyrdom
Is love, O Heart of Jesus Christ! for Thee;
And if my soul craves for its heavenly home,
‘Tis but to love Thee more, eternally.
Above, when Thy sweet Face unveiled I view,
Measure nor bounds shall to my love be given;
Forever my delight shall seem as new
As the first time my spirit entered heaven.

St. Thérèse of Lisieux
June 12, 1896

St. Thérèse of Lisieux “Little flower of the Child of Jesus” pray for us!

Amsterdam

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Hues of colors playing far away
defying darkness

as they fiercely proclaim
the approaching dawn…

Curious and vibrant

bouncing through fields
with fierce authority

as natures bows
and stain glasses

come alive.

Awaken from their slumber
stories of heroic virtues…

as if suddenly recalling
memories of a fading faith.

Peaceful and innocent

ready to remind the world
the beauty of life.

Lest you not forget!

When the spring blooms
traveled through your

handcrafted canals
out to paint the world!

Caleb
GTG