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January 21, 2007

Opportunity covers me…

Filed under: Morning Star — Bruce @ 10:19 am

COMMENTARY ON WINGSONG

Soundless like air moves my way,
opportunity covers me like water the sea,
and for me this time, scarcely a day
is life, as living here I flee.

We all come into life and move through our lives seldom giving any thought to the fact that we live. God in his goodness, and without permission from us, has given us life. By His Will we have each and all been predestined to live, to exist, and at that, forever. Hence, as the Lord Himself once said, “It is not you who have chosen me, it was I who chose you…?? ( Jn. 15:16)
This will always be a mystery. Why would an infinitely intelligent, all-knowing being, i.e. God, create a creature like man, that he knew would rebel against Him, except that He loves us. Hence, our only response to Him can be love because “ God is Love?? ( 1 Jn 4:16) and “all things are possible with God?? (Lk. 18:26), and even “If we are unfaithful he will still remain faithful, for he cannot deny himself.?? (2 Tim. 12,13). So he preserves us in His Love and even saves us from our fallen nature and it was for that reason He sent His “only Son, that whoever believes in him may not die but may have eternal life.?? (Jn. 3:16) and through Him we might be saved because “through this faith you may have life in His name.?? (Jn. 21:31) St. Francis was always struck with and moved within and for the Love of God.

January 19, 2007

WINGSONG…THE POEM

Filed under: Morning Star — Bruce @ 2:14 pm

WINGSONG

Soundless like air moves my way,
opportunity covers me as water the sea,
and for this time, scarcely a day
is life, as living here I flee.
My soul invisible, silent but real,
moves, but not effortlessly
as I see on modern wings of steel,
but peacefully, through striving, towards holy Thee.
Prayer, ministry, fasting, sacraments amidst joy,
give it peaceful power, and speed to lift,
Earth journey’s bounds to destroy,
moving life through the ancient rift.
Hoping in mind and deed for Jesus,
and for Him does glide and soar,
songs on air, wings sing sweetly for us,
of things that matter more.
Flightless rear fledges, only guiding things,
thought in error strong when empty of power,
the gift of flight comes from Godly wings
beating tirelessly; thru them spirits would flower.

Brother Not, sfo
12/29/93

THE POEM COMES WITH A PICTURE. THE PICTURE EXPLAINS IT ALL. THE PICTURE IS ON OUR WEB PAGE UNDER THE TITLE ‘WINGSONG’...AT www.bspenance.org . ENJOY!

Next – some further notes on this poem.