As He passed by…
Posted by Terry Nelson on Jan 10th, 2008

to be passed over,
passed by…
is when understanding
may begin.
yet the pavement
is still not
low enough
for me.
***
TN

to be passed over,
passed by…
is when understanding
may begin.
yet the pavement
is still not
low enough
for me.
***
TN
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January 10th, 2008 at 5:48 am
There but for the grace of God…
January 10th, 2008 at 7:30 am
Terry, did you write this?
These poetical words contain the message of St. Francis….
January 10th, 2008 at 9:37 am
That is such a powerful and beautiful image Terry! I hope you don’t mind, but I simply must post this and give you all the credit of course. Thank you so much!
January 10th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Susan - I did write it. I hope st. Francis notices it and stops by.
January 10th, 2008 at 12:53 pm
I’m sure he does for you and he belong to the same living family. Installation homily, Pope Benedict, 2/24/05:
“And now, at this moment, weak servant of God that I am, I must assume this enormous task, which truly exceeds all human capacity. How can I do this? How will I be able to do it?
All of you, my dear friends, have just invoked the entire host of Saints, represented by some of the great names in the history of God’s dealings with mankind.
In this way, I too can say with renewed conviction: I am not alone. I do not have to carry alone what in truth I could never carry alone.
All the Saints of God are there to protect me, to sustain me and to carry me. And your prayers, my dear friends, your indulgence, your love, your faith and your hope accompany me.
Indeed, the communion of Saints consists not only of the great men and women who went before us and whose names we know.
All of us belong to the communion of Saints, we who have been baptized in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, we who draw life from the gift of Christ’s Body and Blood, through which he transforms us and makes us like himself.”
January 10th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Very touching and powerful.
A stellar return of poetry Thursday ;}
January 10th, 2008 at 6:26 pm
Terry you write beautifully.
The picture on cobblestones–is it from Rome? When we were there they asked that we not give to the beggars–but rather to organized charities–sometimes it’s so difficult to know what to do–once I ran into a bit of trouble and had to beg for a few bucks–to get home. I was so amazed how many people would not even give you a quarter–It hurt–a profound sense that you had no worth–I was so close to tears–then a “saint” of a man came over and gave me a ten.
January 10th, 2008 at 7:47 pm
Tara - thanks - I’m not sure where the photo is from. I try to give to everyone who asks.
January 12th, 2008 at 1:17 pm
POWERFUL
and i usually don’t use ‘caps’ all that often.
keep writing, terry - that is if you can keep the brush from your hand.