It’s Easter Sunday
Family gathered at church
Meals, laughter, sunshine
Category: Religion
Peace for those now mourning
Tears will cease flowing
Those who mourn will find comfort
Peace will bless you soon.
Haiku ex cathedra
One chair is special
It is called a “cathedra”
The seat of Saint Pete!
A haiku for Ash Wednesday
Ashes to ashes
No meat, no snacks, smudged foreheads
And now Lent begins
Super Bowl 50 Haiku
The Broncos prevail
Cam had not one chance to dab
Manning grabs his Buds
Pat’s First Communion
A Poem for Willoughby South
A Poem for Willoughby South
Today the First Amendment was abused,
as a cudgel, it has been used.
Used to shut down a high school play,
a student opera to premier today.
Children practiced for weeks, for months,
but plans were dashed all at once.
A letter from lawyers was received,
its contents were not to be believed.
Desist your plans or actions will be taken!
Injunctions will be filed, don’t be mistaken!
Your grievous threat to freedom must be halted.
Church and State separation must be exalted.
Zealots against religion went medieval
upon hearing kids may ponder good and evil.
We can’t tolerate any hint of religiosity.
Freedom of speech for the secular, but not for thee!
The episode that inspired this entry occurred at South High School.
A disco dancer’s lament
Some days I feel old
Showed off my disco dance moves
Sore muscles followed
We had an all-day conference at work today. After lunch the moderator helped the crowd get our energy up by asking us all to break into small groups and bust out some dance moves.
Luckily, when I was in eighth grade the Sisters of Notre Dame taught us how to disco before our class dance. I’m not as limber as I was when I was thirteen.
An Easter haiku
Sing Alleluia!
Jesus Christ rose on Easter
He has redeemed us!
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Not the greatest art inspired by our Lord’s resurrection but the parable tells us to use our talents to the best of our abilities.
If I had a million dollars…
A good friend of mine once called the state-sponsored lottery “the most successful way to tax stupidity” and I am afraid he is correct. I know my odds of winning the lottery are less than <insert absurd example of being struck by lightning or finding a needle in a haystack> but I do from time to time buy a ticket. Am I stupid? Maybe. One of the great paradoxes of life is that if you really are stupid you will never know it.
The best part of buying a lottery ticket is fantasizing about what you would do with the windfall. Would you like to know my latest scheme?
I want to build a church.
Specifically, I want to build a chapel in the Romanesque style which would be be made available to all the firefighters, police, or soldiers (Reservists mostly) and any other Catholic individuals who may find it difficult to attend Mass at a regularly scheduled time at their usual parish.
My scheme would, of course, need the blessings of the local bishop. However I’d like to create a situation wherein the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass would be available by appointment whenever two or three would gather in His name. One way this might be practically implemented would be to have some attachment to a monastery. So I guess I’m also proposing the foundation of a monastery. Remember, I’m also planning on winning the lottery, so the sky is the limit.
Too ambitious? Perhaps. I just think that this would be a wonderful service to those who serve. Which also makes me think I should not wait to win the lottery. Who would like to help me arrange a system that would help these people never miss Mass?

