Oh, Sudan.

   Oh,    Sudan... click HERE.

 But first,

     --- remember Congo?

sadness....

Never justice.

Still waiting. 

My 

     Still Waiting for Justice

List

 is hundreds of items long....

Just in my own country.

........This decade....

An Easter Poem

A poem for Holy Saturday:

Limbo
by Sr. Mary Ada, OSJ

The ancient greyness shifted
Suddenly and thinned
Like mist upon the moors
Before the wind.
An old, old prophet lifted
A shining face and said:
“He will be coming soon.
The Son of God is dead;
He died this afternoon.”

A murmurous excitement stirred
All souls.
They wondered if they dreamed –
Save one old man who seemed
Not even to have heard.

And Moses, standing,
Hushed them all to ask
If any had a welcome song prepared.
If not, would David take the task?
And if they cared
Could not the three young children sing
The Benedicite, the canticle of praise
They made when God kept them from perishing
In the fiery blaze?

A breath of spring surprised them,
Stilling Moses’ words.
No one could speak, remembering
The first fresh flowers,
The little singing birds.
Still others thought of fields new ploughed

Or apple trees
All blossom-boughed.
Or some, the way a dried bed fills
With water
Laughing down green hills.
The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam
On bright blue seas,
The one old man who had not stirred
Remembered home.

And there He was
Splendid as the morning sun and fair
As only God is fair.
And they, confused with joy,
Knelt to adore
Seeing that He wore
Five crimson stars
He never had before.

No canticle at all was sung
None toned a psalm, or raised a greeting song.
A silent man alone
Of all that throng found tongue –
Not any other
Close to His heart.
When the embrace was done,
Old Joseph said, 

“How is Your Mother,
How is Your Mother, Son?”

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Easter...Farm...Poem

Grandmother Farm poem

She saw it clearly.
Everyone walking about manifesting themselves.
The sad sinners bouncing around
Miserable and spreading
Misery

All one is able to do is walk about,

                     [the city 

                           a cesspool of blindness]

  At each encounter alleviate
the delusion or pain to the extent one can ease it.
that it is allowed to be eased.
like washing a cut,
like wiping a mouth

Like opening eyes
As Jesus took Pilate as far as he could go… (and Peter and John ...and Mary...)

and with Herod said nothing, 

lest it redound to herod’s greater hell  

(which herod's life created.)

Who, walking about, is filled with peace and sureness, joy and grace?   

Farm Grandmother

 easter poem mtodd
Redux
http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2014/04/farm-grandmother.html

Children...the National Treasure

More pictures of Jesus

Here

https://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot The-Jesus-question

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Easter Egg Beauties

Stunning... when  you have 12 hens a laying,. ..
(but for real easter beauty, go Here...Holy-Easter-poem