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"Somewhere in Hong Kong Central"
 
 
Bloody fog seemed to drip
from both the summit and
the base in the middle of the
night, daring me to meet it
in some criminal activity
 
The lady of the house and
I drew swords at each other
 
the man below would fool
me nearly into bed
 
ultimately, I let go
but it ripped my hand
 
I actually waited for his call
I can't believe I waited for
his call
 
Perhaps he's lucky I didn't
bite it off
But his blood would have
stayed in my mouth
 
better to lose my own
 
Whose blood trickled up
the mountain?
Whose blood trickled down?
Was it me who met them, or
did I narrowly escape their
KISS?

 

--Rachel Gladstone-Gelman 

 

 


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In medieval Europe, it was perfectly acceptable for a girl to be married after she was pregnant.  A prospective husband wouldn’t marry a girl until he was sure she could bear children….

 

 

 

 

Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha, please ask the Most Holy Trinity to always surround my family with divine love and protection. Pray today especially for R. Amen.

 

                                                —artist unknown

 

Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha (1656-1680) is the first Native American to be beatified in the Catholic Church.   When she was four, Tekakwitha lost her family to a smallpox outbreak; the disease scarred Tekakwitha’s face and weakened her eyesight, but she survived.  She was adopted by her aunts and uncle.  Growing up, Tekakwitha always remembered that her mother was a Christian.  Throughout her childhood, Tekakwitha would remember the stories and the faith that her mother shared with her.   When she was twenty, she was baptized and given the name Kateri—the Mohawk word for Catherine.  Tekakwitha’s adopted family did not accept her new way of life; she was taunted and threated so much by her people that she left her village in New York and traveled on foot into Canada by herself.  Her favorite devotion was making crosses out of sticks that she found in the woods.  She was known for retelling the Bible stories to others, and at her death it is said that the scars on her face disappeared and her face was made beautiful by God.  She is also known as Lily of the Mohawks. 

 

 

Finish this Story…… 

 

Ellen had been sick in the hospital for days.  Her husband lost his battle with cancer two years ago, and her two children had moved away since then.  Since the day she blacked out at work, no one had visited her or called her until today…..

 

“Hi mom.”

 

“Son! How’s work?”

 

“Well, I’m not working right now.”

 

What?! I can’t wait for you to explain this one….”

 

“I will. When you’re feeling better.”

 

Clearly nothing could mask the tension between them.

 

“I don’t know….I’m so tired…..” 

 

“I’ll let you rest then.  Hey mom?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I love you.”

 

And that was it.  Those three heavy little words: I love you.  Amazing how we can through them around so easily.  Why then did they make Ellen feel instantly better?  It didn’t matter that she didn’t quite recognize the voice on the other end as her son’s.  It didn’t matter that hospital administration gave the caller on the other end the wrong room number…..

 

 

"The Myrtle"

 

One Lonely Flower

Shiv'ring in the Cold and Ice,

Struggles to hold on. 

 


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