In the month of July the Church honors the Precious Blood. Was there ever a concept so contrary? Blood…..the most staining, permanent substance, washes us clean. Mind boggling liquid of salvation. The Anima Christie leads us to beg:
Blood of Christ Save me, Body of Christ, sanctify me, Blood of Christ inebriate me …
For the small onesin their forgotten places
For the forgotten
and vanishing graces
For the neglected,
denied, rejected and lied to
For the marginalized
criminalized, used and bribed too
For religious fanatics
For the far right
the left behind
the broken of spirit
the abused of mind
For conspiracy theorists
and bleary eyed patriots
For gay lovers
and straight bashers
for pacifists and holy wars
for bush-league compatriots,
villains, comedians and bores
For everyone everywhere
from birth to ashes
For Mary’s Son’s most Sacred Heart
For all those who’d rather
not take part
For those we jeer at
to the man in the mirror at
the end of our day
Mustn’t we do something more
something more than merely pray?
Owen Swain is an artist, writer and poet who became Catholic after serving as a long time protestant pastor. He told me that he was actually contemplating the Precious Blood as he wrote this poem. We’re happy and privileged enjoy his talents. http://owenswain.com
River of Eternity
Red, thick, warm, rolling down drip by drip
Emptied out and spilled for nil it seems.
What a waste of grace?
Temporary illusion poured out on now holy ground,
becoming a river that winds its way through all eternity.
Strength like a tsunami carrying all it touches
touching all it carries.
Flowing its way through history, people, evil as well as good
Beginning at first glimmer of creation and continuing without a single pause
or to personal death.
……whichever comes first!
Animation of life unseen
Stirring in us inebriation misunderstood.
Now washed in red and become white,
Strengthened, sanctified, forever
through no fault of my own.
River of salvation, Amen!