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The little fish asked the other little fish “which way to the ocean?”

          You see they were lost fish and thought they had to find where to go,

someone answered, with precision;

they thought it was from God, but it was the wolf.

 

The others were busy celebrating where they were,

          Running, clapping, cheering,

                   happy fish of all sizes and shapes.

But the lost fish were bottling up the messages of the wolf,

Messages baking from thoughts to passions until

          at high temperature, wicked trickery, offered them it all but with a price;

                     eternal salvation by hurting others.

 

The little fish didn’t see this message was not from God, but from the other.

Minds jam packed with nails, explosives, they put them in a pressure cooker,

          An instrument of peace to prepare loving, sharing meals,

                    is suddenly filled with thoughts and materials no maker never imagined.

Until at last, it is transformed into a fire breathing dragon,

Spitting nails and foul exploding parts to all around them.

 

The other fish do not hear a call from heaven, but the sound of hell.

Lives once run with direction, now stop. Where to go. What to do.

         For a moment, confusion reigns; a world instantly orderless;

Then, as sudden as the trumpet of the devil, it is drowned by deafening silence of compassion,

          as fish shower love, blankets, water, medicine and comfort,

          on all those in need.

          Which is everyone.

 

A catholic priest walks 2 miles with a lost runner to keep her company,

Ambulances full of helpers, rip towards hospitals,

Filling holes and removing evil from innocent flesh.

The world is Boston that afternoon.

 

The two little fish are cheered on by the wolf,

          “I am well pleased with your work, continue.”

But the other fish look for them and end their journey.

 

Now many of the other fish that weren’t looking for the ocean ask:

“Which way to the ocean?”

 

Copyright 2013  Michael J. Cunningham

THE SPECIAL ROOM

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Curtains are pulled,
             Revealing an unknown room,
An adjacent world, somehow intangible to others.
Some trickery of My mind with its imaginary audience?
Perhaps;
              No, rather a window to My soul,
Incomprehensible but now Opened.
Never to be closed again.

That little particle which lets me See,
Invisible to my eye, yet known in my heart.
Stretches years to precious moments in my Now,
In His dusty, sunlight-streaming room,
Once hidden … Now exposed,
               every lit up speck floats towards my face … ready for contemplation.
Each one with a story to tell,
to know,
to enjoy,
to fulfill.

Now seeing turns to listening,
To silence; the sound of Your Love.
Absorbed,
                 I feel the warmth, the presence of I AM,
One with you for a fleeting but rememberable moment.
Let me sit awhile with You, inside this special room.
Together. Just You and Me.

 

Copyright 2013 Michael J. Cunningham

THE DAILY GOSPEL AND READINGS 27 OCTOBER 2012

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Reading 1 Eph 4:7-16

Brothers and sisters:
Grace was given to each of us
according to the measure of Christ”s gift.
Therefore, it says:
He ascended on high and took prisoners captive;
he gave gifts to men.
What does “he ascended” mean except that he also descended
into the lower regions of the earth?
The one who descended is also the one who ascended
far above all the heavens,
that he might fill all things.
And he gave some as Apostles, others as prophets,
others as evangelists, others as pastors and teachers,
to equip the holy ones for the work of ministry,
for building up the Body of Christ,
until we all attain to the unity of faith
and knowledge of the Son of God, to mature manhood
to the extent of the full stature of Christ,
so that we may no longer be infants,
tossed by waves and swept along by every wind of teaching
arising from human trickery,
from their cunning in the interests of deceitful scheming.
Rather, living the truth in love,
we should grow in every way into him who is the head, Christ,
from whom the whole Body,
joined and held together by every supporting ligament,
with the proper functioning of each part,
brings about the Body’s growth and builds itself up in love.

Responsorial Psalm Ps 122:1-2, 3-4ab, 4cd-5

R. (1) Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.
I rejoiced because they said to me,
“We will go up to the house of the LORD.”
And now we have set foot
within your gates, O Jerusalem.
R. Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.
Jerusalem, built as a city
with compact unity.
To it the tribes go up,
the tribes of the LORD.
R. Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.
According to the decree for Israel,
to give thanks to the name of the LORD.
In it are set up judgment seats,
seats for the house of David.
R. Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.

Gospel Lk 13:1-9

Some people told Jesus about the Galileans
whose blood Pilate had mingled with the blood of their sacrifices.
He said to them in reply,
“Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way
they were greater sinners than all other Galileans?
By no means!
But I tell you, if you do not repent,
you will all perish as they did!
Or those eighteen people who were killed
when the tower at Siloam fell on them?
do you think they were more guilty
than everyone else who lived in Jerusalem?
By no means!
But I tell you, if you do not repent,
you will all perish as they did!”
And he told them this parable:
“There once was a person who had a fig tree planted in his orchard,
and when he came in search of fruit on it but found none,
he said to the gardener,
‘For three years now I have come in search of fruit on this fig tree
but have found none.
So cut it down.
Why should it exhaust the soil?’
He said to him in reply,
‘Sir, leave it for this year also,
and I shall cultivate the ground around it and fertilize it;
it may bear fruit in the future.
If not you can cut it down.'”

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