I have posted two thousand, five hundred entries.

This is the two thousand five hundred and first one.

And my 4 year LJ-versary is coming up in just 3 weeks (April 1).


The day is something like half over, but I want to wish a very happy birthday to offbalance, who has the distinguished honor of being one of my pre-LJ friends.

[Tuesday] evening with Pastor Hamilton

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[Wednesday] Beginnings: 9: How Do I Speak to God?

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[Thursday] Lenten Evening Prayer at Emmanuel Lutheran Church: The Promise of Comfort

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CSI 6.17 "I Like to Watch"

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Without a Trace 4.17 "Check Your Head"

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[Lent: day 11/40]

The Trappist Abbey: Matins
     (our Lady of Gethsemani, Kentucky)
-Thomas Merton


When the full fields begin to smell of sunrise
And the valleys sing in their sleep,
The pilgrim moon pours over the solemn darkness
Her waterfalls of silence,
And then departs, up the long avenue of trees.

The stars hide, in the glade, their light, like tears
And tremble where some train runs, lost,
Baying in eastward mysteries of distance,
Where fire flares, somewhere, over a sink of cities.
Now kindle in the windows of this ladyhouse, my soul,
Your childish, clear awakeness:
Burn in the country night
Your wise and sleepless lamp.
For, from the frowning tower, the windy belfry,
Sudden the bells come, bridegrooms,
And fill the echoing dark with love and fear.

Wake in the windows of Gethsemani, my soul, my sister,
For the past years, with smokey torches, come,
Bringing betrayal from the burning world
And bloodying the glade with pitch flame.

Wake in the cloisters of the lonely night, my soul, my sister,
Where the apostles gather, who were, one time, scattered,
And mourn God’s blood in the place of His betrayal,
And weep with Peter at the triple cock-crow.

from Place of Passage: Contemporary Catholic Poetry ed. David Craig and Janet McCann (Ashland, OR: Story Line Press, 2000) p. 113