We Three
We came to be
In a trinity of days
Though separated by years
1 and 9
Form a perfect 10
He perfects all
Which concerns us
Walk With Your Dark Side
It is always there
Like a shadow
Try to outrun
Your shadow.
You can’t
Somehow
It is meant to
Be there
It is what light does
It shows you your shadow
Slow Jesus
I was slow on the boat in the Galilee storm
I was slow on the way to Martha and Mary
Dead slow for Lazarus
I was slow to find my parents
On the way home from the temple
I was slow to start my ministry
I was slow to make the wedding wine
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.