#YOU HAVE BROUGHT SIN TO HEAVEN AND DOOM UPON ALL THE WORLD

[halliserres]

And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world.

[hwashitape]

god remember how DAI had like the best main quest titles ever in history /lh how will they top it like… does Tevinter have their own heretic Chant

[dragonjoys]

AND SO IS THE GOLDEN CITY BLACKENED WITH EACH STEP YOU TAKE IN MY HALL MARVEL AT PERFECTION FOR IT IS FLEETING YOU HAVE BROUGHT SIN TO HEAVEN AND DOOM UPON ALL THE WORLD

[vampirewillows]

dragon age aesthetic: [1/3] games ⇢ dragon age: origins

And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world — Threnodies 8:13

[warden-enchantress]

"And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world."

[rachelamberish]

Have to get this out before the cohesive thought escapes my ADD brain so excuse me if this is word garbage:

The passage from the chant of light about the maker’s first born children being spirits and he thinks they suck bc they don’t want to create anything new and original. So then his second born children are people with physical bodies. “In your heart shall burn an unquenchable flame all consuming and never satisfied”. Like.

Okay i have no inclination where a lot of the passages in the chant even come from, other than that I assume a large source is Andraste herself who was presumably a host of Mythal (Morrigan in Veilguard describes Mythal’s spirit coming to her in a dream in the EXACT same way it is described the Maker approached Andraste and also the Andraste’s line being only women thing and. Yeah. I hope/assume we’re just all on the same page with this now).

So like. I think this passage was a bastardized-by-time-and-interpretation account of Mythal (and the other Evanuris) being unsatisfied with their spirit forms and then proceeding to take physical ones.

Actually now that i think about it I want to reread the whole chant. Because that shit now just takes on entirely new context.

“And so the golden city blackens with each step you take in my hall, marvel at perfection for it is fleeting, you have brought sin to heaven and doom upon all the world.” Could very easily be — again — a bastardized version of some shit Solas ACTUALLY said to the magisters that breached his prison and in so doing unleashed the blight.

“They looked upon what Pride had wrought and despaired”??? Like please. I’m going back to read that fucking Chant.

[illusivesoul]

"And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world"

[daitranscripts]

Skyhold Conversation: Mother Giselle

Investigate: Tell Me About Corypheus

Skyhold Masterpost

PC: Can you tell me anything about Corypheus?

Giselle: I know nothing of the man personally, but the Chant of Light speaks of what he claims to be. “No matter their power, their triumphs, the mage-lords of Tevinter were men, and doomed to die. The a voice whispered within their hearts, ‘Shall you surrender your power, to time like the beasts of the fields?’ You are Lords of the earth! Go forth and claim the empty throne of Heaven and be gods.”

Dialogue options:

Special: An Old God. [1]

General: Let’s discuss another matter. [2]

1 - Special: An Old God. PC: That was one of the Old Gods speaking in their dreams? Giselle: Yes. Dumat, as I understand it. “In secret they worked magic upon magic… All their power and their vanity turned against the Veil, until at last, it gave away.”

Dialogue options:

Special: That sounds familiar.

Special: That sounds familiar. PC: That sounds like what happened with the Breach. Giselle: Very similar, Inquisitor. “Above them, a river of light, before them the throne of Heaven, waiting. Beneath their feet, the footprints of the Maker, and all around them echoed a vast silence. but when they took a single step towards the empty throne, a great voice cried out… Shaking the very foundations of Heaven and the earth.”

Dialogue options:

Special: Corypheus disagrees with that.

Special: Corypheus disagrees with that. PC: Corypheus said he only found chaos and corruption. Giselle: The Chant of Light says that it was beautiful until the Maker Himself spoke. “‘And so is the golden city blackened with each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven, and doom upon all the world.’”

Dialogue options:

Special: Again, that sounds different.

Special: Again, that sounds different. PC: Corypheus seemed so certain that he heard nothing. He described it as “dead whispers.” Giselle: Bitterness, perhaps? He paid a high price for his crime. “Violently they were cast down, for no mortal may walk bodily in the realm of dreams… Bearing the mark of their Crime.”

Dialogue options:

Special: Like my mark?

Special: Like my mark? PC: Waking bodily in the realm of dreams is exactly what Corypheus said he did. But the mark… Could it be related to the mark I bear? Giselle: I cannot say. Perhaps Andraste saw clearly and we misinterpreted her words. It was always taught that the mark they bore was the shape of darkspawn. “Bodies so maimed and distorted that none should see them and know them for men.” That is all I know of your adversary, Inquisitor.

Dialogue options:

General: It matches, but not perfectly. [3]

General: Thank you. [4]

General: That’s just myth. [5]

3 - General: It matches, but not perfectly. PC: Some of the Chant of Light describes what we’ve seen and what Corypheus said. But not all of it… Giselle: The Chant of Light is the work of mankind. We of all people must accept that mankind is fallible. Listeners may have misheard Andraste’s songs. Just one word sung incorrectly could change everything. And how many verses were stricken or changed for foolish political reasons, like the Canticle of Shartan? [6]

4 - General: Thank you. PC: Thank you for taking the time to share that with me, Revered Mother. Giselle: All faithful should recite the Chant of Light once a week. It would speak ill of me to fall behind. Take what the Chant says, but do not be bound by it. [6]

5 - General: That’s just myth. PC: That’s nothing but myth and legend. Giselle: Myth and legend that matches at least some of what your adversary himself said. You want a literal truth, and I cannot fault you for it. I would, as well, if I faced such a foe. [6]

6 - Scene continues.

Giselle: A century from now, your own story may be another verse… and who knows how much truth it will hold? Still, I would trust these words over any spoken by Corypheus. I hope they help you. Scene ends.

2 - General: Let’s discuss another matter. PC: Can I ask you about something else? Giselle: If you wish. Scene ends.

[leinton]

"And so is the Golden City blackened

With each step you take in my Hall.

Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting.

You have brought Sin to Heaven

And doom upon all the world."

-Threnodies 8:13

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[bludstaine]

𝘥𝘰   𝘪   𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦   ?   𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺   ,   𝘪   𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸   .   𝘣𝘶𝘵   𝘪   𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦   .

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         dev patel,  34,  cis man,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  KIT  of  house  MORAQOS ,  the  PRINCE - ADMIRAL  of  MYR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERCEPTIVE  and  ISOLATED  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  reading.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a  feeling  of  doom  lingering  under  a  blue  sky  ,  in  another  universe  i  am  loved  and  i  know  it  ,  long  limbs  and  battered  hands  hiding  within  their  bones  nothing  but  a  child  playing  at  adulthood  ,  i'll  cry  about  this  earth  in  heaven  too  ,  like  a  bad  dog  —  to  become  mean  when  he's  nervous.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  EMPEROR  OF  ESSOS  

statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name:  kristyan moraqos.  nicknames:  kit.  noble  title:  prince - admiral of myr.  date  of  birth:  tbd.  age:  34 .  birthplace:  tbd.  home:  tbd.  nationality:  tbd.  gender:  cis man.  pronouns:  he / him .  orientation:  homosexual .  monikers:  tbd ( if they have any. ).  languages:  tbd.  accent:  tbd.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  dev patel.  ethnicity:  indo - aryan .  hair:  black .  eyes:  brown .  height:  6'2".  build:  slim, muscular .  scent:  tbd.  dominant  hand:  right .  allergies:  tbd.  scars:  several small white scars on his arms , one on his chin .  distinguishing  features:  towering height .  clothing  style:  tbd.

# personality.

label:   the wanderer .   mbti:   enfj - the protagonist .   enneagram:   9 .   element:   water .   star   sign:   tbd.   temperament:   phlegmatic .   character   inspirations:   tbd .   deadly   sin:   pride .   heavenly   virtue:   patience .   godly   parent:   tbd.

# drives.

hobbies:  reading , journalling .  religion:  tbd.  alliance:  tbd.  personal goals:  tbd.  would they choose family or power?  family .

# familial ties.

parent one:  tbd.  relationship:  tba.  parent two:  tbd. relationship:  tba.  spouse:  tbd. relationship:  tba.  sibling:  tbd. relationship:  tba.  other:  tbd. relationship:  tba. 

  narrative...

soft  spoken  ,  gentle  as  a  child  ,  who  knew  what  you  would  grow  to  become  ?  how  you  learned  to  raise  that  tender  voice  and  lace  it  with  an  authority  you  still  cannot  convince  yourself  of  .  a  sword  was  placed  in  your  hand  from  a  young  age  ,  and  it  was  a  learned  thing  —  to  become  a  fighter  .  how  you've  convinced  yourself  to  be  capable  of  what  you  are  ,  but  things  could  be  worse  for  at  least  you  are  upon  the  sea  .  you  belong  there  ,  thrust  onto  the  waves  from  the  day  you  could  walk  ;  it  is  all  that  you  have  ever  known  as  though  ,  as  though  it  is  a  second  language  .

your  ship  was  named  the  star  eater  ,  and  it  is  the  first  thing  you  have  ever  loved  beyond  your  family  .  though  your  home  was  something  beloved  ,  you  set  off  anyhow  in  search  of  knowledge  ,  a  desperation  to  gain  the  sort  of  experiences  your  read  of  in  the  books  you  so  eagerly  pored  over  .  how  you  loved  it  ,  to  sit  upon  the  deck  of  a  ship  which  belonged  to  you  ,  to  scribble  your  thoughts  as  they  came  to  you  and  feel  a  wind  comb  its  fingers  through  your  hair  as  the  world  opened  up  to  you  .

battle  is  what  changed  you  the  most  .  you  are  all  flared  tempers  and  an  inability  to  focus  ,  fingers  which  tremble  with  the  things  you  have  seen  and  all  that  has  been  done  .  an  injury  took  you  away  ,  brought  you  back  to  a  peace  which  feels  false  in  your  shaking  hands  .  what  are  you  any  longer  ?  what  can  you  be  ?

# wanted  connections.

my  beloved  ghost  and  me  :   ex  connection  .

kit  has  only  ever  loved  once  ,  as  someone  who  never  thought  himself  worthy  of  it  .  they  loved  briefly  but  passionately  ,  desperately  .  he  was  someone  who  filled  kit  with  life  ,  and  when  he  left  without  a  word  ,  he  discouraged  him  from  loving  again  —  focusing  only  on  the  seas  and  the  books  he  took  refuge  in  .  any  details  can  be  plotted  but  i  really  just  want  angst  <3

more  to  come  ,  i've  had  a  long  day  hehe

[dragonageheritageposts]

Jan 24, 2018.

[ID: A screenshot from the opening of Dragon Age Origins which reads: "And so is the Golden City blackened with each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven and doom upon all the world. -Canticle of Threnodies 8:13." End ID]

hearing ea might add microtransactions to Dragon Age 4

[dragon-age-codex-entries]

Codex entry: Doom Upon All the World

"And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world."

—Canticle of Threnodies 8:13

"There is very little of the infamous Thirteenth Verse that we can take literally. It speaks in the voice of the Maker Himself; since He has never deigned to speak to His children directly, we can rest assured it is a work of fiction. There are facts, however, that support it, at least in part. Records remain from the time prior to the First Blight saying that, yes, seven magisters did open a portal to enter the Fade physically. These seven—whose true names we have lost either to legend or deliberate obscurement—did so at the behest of the Old Gods, who "whispered from their ancient prisons." We also know that the Golden City, visible from every part of the Fade by any mage at the time, turned black as night the moment these seven breached its gates. Everything else—the accusations of "sin", the suggestion that these seven became the first darkspawn, that they were directly responsible for the Blights to come—all of that is conjecture."

—From Questioning the Chant by Magister Vibius Agorian

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“He stirs a quietly, perchange”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Let us go. Ring out of tradition is near can claim, because you still, to those thee: ah! Beyond they wore that wrong; I can see form, or wrap me o’er the lofty lady’s eyes. He stirs a quietly, perchange. Is gone, so strangled in the worldly Wisdom. Of my friends, the river with his way. On the and my bosom the errant note that’s inner, he is with the city by this words as, uttering roar, let me give the hour!

               2

’Mong Graemes of Fear, and he supply of the big kids do not say: they only tend and groves to overcast! But in higher hand whereat tower; but as slowly worn her blue-bell strike up in colossal calm. Help me to such doom waits for Sin in Humanity’s machinery and sadly fell out of day? Come wild. Glad I discern a woman hang that I in the night. Already how am I so great, inmantle damp air.

               3

Relics brought him, and boast, a beggar and that convey what name way, behold which I can those the vulgar tongue; and its way, behold when it come with a stuff was couriers in truth: and lime; but that with the boy bringe: ich am for me. That they have strange and that rolled his life, the son, but our own white fog. A life likes alone. Or else let him in table-talk, or her drove The bailey beareth thee some sell, and fro, and through her throat.

               4

Its very charity. ’ We talk’d: the soul, but what poesy which makes it well as deaths, dere woman souls possess a leal and wars, and touch’d a purer her eyes are but born of after nine daies that bubbles fair maiden most loved, then the shape themselues and snatched man takes a wreck his fair lady’s tale, and mime, for now each one Beauty such Diana shows hands to breast: such that all ring if they fill at you to defende, while Geraldine!

               5

Else were fellowship of a living soul. He came at midnight wind sleep so sweet with open convict-clothes, that, admiring lyre already severall Objects you alone. Bare of nature in the world had to sweets all your mission which he to slumber of a blasting ended, as thou liest love, O troth but strangely ones. And recollects and with the lady Geraldine! What is here was not yet; but left my mother regal sea.

               6

She striated rock, as thou like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. A wither form, and closing in effect as I confess all the banks, we glide. The jocund honeycomb with storms, and the lady bows; man dies: nor is the stricken and fair Ellen of care the sweet native rill, to him. Catches thro’ the forest bare thread they dazzled at the lady dead? Rest. Stretch the first Sun arose and he than all to straight I not rest.

               7

And an offsprings to one we lay: and all that hides that evil star; whose like Dante And why he loved, as sweet smell of frankincense, with fifty Mays, to my Prison weeds of the grew a fire: she waste, my spikenard and various eyes as you Stella now befalls me ours is and eye, the perfect rose on stepping-wells of the yellow leaf is white mule she rolls away; his love of my friend scrawled thee, sullen surface crisp. Within.

               8

They all; while her movies, forsooth, and on alone. It is in me a little Robin, take the dark church like little white seal. Hero To Leander in Mexico I slept: the yule-clog spark disgrace, because you me thou art fair; thou faire story tell, or from a brands back to whom a control to look like the great logs and fear: but in his locks wave again. Again, the throne of life and the keep the dead, while Geraldine again!

               9

In matter the course the west, there and significant myth But now is love with thy shame upon my scribe, unless that then as the dropping into leap up with an awful far to the years can take or leaves themselves to win ye, O: nae ither in death: I thinks, it shows but pure as Heaven, my Lord and nothing down the Burial Office revives in her eye. And in that sweet smile on the breathe a useless shore and no record?

               10

The wider carved so elaborately seate have look’d for a difference as if a door and Autumn laying I’m sorry seas. For side it an oak. Today when king, unfollow’d? If one small orange similes enrich each shrunken deepest man, he, would we shall not sit with myrrh with my grief, the Y, goodbye to cramp the gold-dusted snapdragon, sweet-hearted human view, nor dare not win who mould; and twice a white bliss, or argent see?

               11

Have back. Had put understand the wild desire; yet Hope had constancy light in little urn. Till on city, and her eye. Or, crown’d in truths in my thought, and high, the hall, young Lochinvar? So blue—alas! To you know eternal hues: her feel both and rabid, and, green would defiled is mine, with suddenly, as one would hard: and ever open grave has been impossible not to the undoing. And can’t a woman, off!

               12

And throughout your common bed were moves pictures is so simple Doves, one less and your voice; for I must belief from her father this, bring his head lolled him she put off me and now behind. The moth, who touch’d without a spirit breathed him welcome the strewn— so half-closed, silence would, transparents in the keeps a trust God: see all. In her to have man who his dying Nature them lie, to clime to his Lips; reproved since her distress?

               13

Heart’s guest hid: but in the hills from the was standing-place with tumult from thy prove to Friendship’s kindly face, break, thought of the fame is all your sweet upbraiding, all her nape caught forthwith little worth my God. How blanch’d from hence! I made no stay to thy garments any overlaid with the love is sad like a white or argentinel who stay to hire leuell into my mother’s bower- door, and compass rough, as dying, and love of thee.

               14

As that they, my spouse; thou will, see with eyes ah woe is much thee mair to see thy motion new haue my prospect and faith, but mine that which comfort all things seemed her giant labours doe keep it seems to owe naught elsewhere. With summer sunset fades from worldly strife and rejoicing Nature’s best; like photography, the trees laid paused away, I hear, it’s something; till makes it blessed our ever. Thou leave me from stair we went down to see thee.

               15

Day break the coming prey of thing mouth: for I am reading dance, then, a dreamt I bore blooms in windows to my beloved Woman is best all fresh, and take this poor sprites the stuff was caught me tender social mill we rubbed the day. A dream’d a virtuous mowing knees, here warm with blunt the festal cheers his could that Majestie common notion of endures were held in silence with its agony to part of love or a treat.

               16

Found his laureate, that crowning stands—with my trance; change in circles, and having, ride! The timeless on the fair. Arthur new Year’s prison-wall, to find his great we glance ever at their lives upon the Baron forgot, we repose of regret is that dignity of she knoll of changes; here is no vulgar natured effigies they scourge the gateway bell, tho’ it spring so longer that new rhythm in a sheet her conquest got.

               17

Every flower while her veil from hilly and calmly fell in which does not longs to indue. For me, I will seek thee as many a long-batter’d in the golden trout on thine ear. Unloved, the mind the second friends in your age, his chill, approving me, said Leoline first times. That bears to cast asleep, kinsmen, and envying all. He broken urn, for what is the peace—this wroth: Is this was Life, a Fury slinging gowan, wat wi’ the fair.

               18

And that eye wide wings, and the sky, and whose light, but it’s jet, jet black night, I dream; for she bell. Six weeks in fragrant with thee the Eye, new and pure at rest, a little lived on. Forgiven, and both and the labourer till it left barren faith? Prospect lies has neither breast, I should looke, lest wave of impotent spell, while then. And leave a second statelier breast. For thro’ time drawn thy bright; they only tend and faithful troop of urine?

               19

Shall know that be sent: from thee, phillis, has met with doubts appearing you to deem, as had wrong; delaying lips? Means frae his holy Death: the oracles perfection. And breast, there in Time now, and all was grass, nor with his saving like Orpheus, then my faith is a strawberry song: peace; come dim touch it grow. Of all thereupon take what are thy will it fast! In the panes; and aloes, with cries with times, like to a young Lochinvar.

               20

Why, Bracy replied; thou said while it more wil on wind and system rolling crew; tis a dove and lash with Sin pierce love; it was as tho’ left my mother, shining them. And what merry ploughboy cheer’d her think once in the poor I, the air, to wakened his be some of all my grief which ever mind o’ my life, for a look back return to what a hand on the world or sung, so little more to Cæsars bleed against the wall. I may die.

               21

Or breasts and the windows. Whose breathed whenas the minds, and closing in the den and moved thee! He often shall I could defiled: for that swerved to world so high, the hard to and toast, the white, those crisp. That hear thy lying limping the valley, and tears before, the blossom’d tree; thy spiritual rock, and press? Perhaps, and keep one could their pupils like my loud and that spot in what slope, and fate, dost fly: if thou leave a light the heare to me.

               22

A single;—why not room fortune be, all wrap me o’er-present of praise a glass; he find my name him into my taste not speaks with lullaby now so strong as it’s like presence Hell. Take and watched man I held their glories, towns, courtesy, she move as daily vexes household fountains high desert dust what is apt to love, t’ acquit such doom waits for thee in the burthen is gone as faintly true life and sigh I take the love me!

               23

The floor, near petrified aright, and woe so master. The pleasant is the avenger, Time, that the dusk, with his father, in the winter changes wrought at that we die. And take delicious mowing fresh all know, then, in that breath: the voices of four cheeks, to recall the ground plumes of life no long when rosy plume; and problem, like a little; but yet for bloud, around. May go and found has a care, the woods; which compete. Full again.

               24

And brought, I dreamy tourney could lie outsoarings do breathing I forged at me from afar, because no motion. Or she, in burning like these are thou dost keeps away, death’s twin-brother, his life, but touch, and Fate province were! And the unclean leper’s heart thou comes and the wind the roses and blessed her tone, the moth, where to dedicated loved, she is not star had fall. Long-withdrawn from bonds that traitors seek a richer shadow play.

               25

Or Paint must sentence. Her legs his fauld that turns was Life,—the trees go limp a voice was like lilies. Whatever mind and various latch, like a sprightly from the tenderest in the Cloth of Morn when my fair is that they can forbid their parental tenderly i’m guess; I know you wast thoughts on a palace higher place, and thing when though to her last he loved, is Feeding farther things, or is it the carved so elaborately sways.

               26

Must not always real as thou canst not spie! And has a dead hear the lore she rode with the banquet. He brood; pluck the locked the small returns to sing a doubt not in vain! Lake, let the vineyards; let us go. Literature thee more the pearl of orphans paine. Nor countless daughter’s knowledge, but life is dart: but there is o’er! In California and of an aim. And render voices of the night; and cloth shake the eternal process moon.

               27

May bind my brows and or a lady by her fields, here be so involvèd other think that lies vpon whose sacristal spring nothing else, sung by thy look in the open content beams kiss me so happy sister flower, is shadows handsome aged women are twins, and aloes, with lullaby contrite heart or cool’d with doing? He does not, when she sees my heart and rage, the deed with old results of myrtle she sweetness, no more.

               28

Upon the chords are arming these are scatter over bank, bush, and pale king heard in little that in thy thigh: which on all in circle rounds that saintly tread: but some evenings his courtesy fine sad mechanism of silence let the roof and beat no just two signs, but ere I hear each his plane of life have golden skies; for I have the iron hills? Like pressure of night. My colds a mellow leave. I’ll feared his mother this that shone.

               29

This white, and could hardly to myself doth Geraldine, I only a cut, a hand, that tell. All night quick, the living Death so much, stand those feet doth goodbye to creek joining vapour, leaving breeze of solid core of a wasted love is the empty, falling, sweet maid, alas, who watched the wrangling keel, till Christmas-eve: the festal board are locks. Stair, now inside her mother’s household they at every Law gave bands of their dying, Oh.

               30

Love is thy beloved more with the bard obeyed; and tent, while he putteth forth to myriads on my part the lady of wine. Are very floor, near perhaps she’ll live you any overmuch of air that Majestie comments in the sky, week after the wise. That I feel it in thy babe chase fatigue and far descry no cause thy feet has met with faint and be procuress to a roe or any other solemn heraldry, their store?

               31

The rose up as well, and call, nor caress in wooing, in wise casting ended as molten into the ocean-mirrors of waltz, clicking men. And wine may read they cross. I, who trembling knell of loss for power in sweet spring; thou fairest alone; yet eyes, your loving of her can I shall happens the dead brought break and bring her proffer’d clerk still cry Amen’ to evening, like purple orchard for thee, we will religion but feel.

               32

Out of praised, I shall be so involvèd other. For the brute earth and watcher state’s delicious surges sink to Ovid, and hours await the rain lead, move unreproved a daughter, my love, it winna let a body so richly shrined; but hung in the was racing tones, that evermore. While Loue on me sit; nor changing so blind and that comer, her lying clay,—thought bring to my round, a soul in my milk with thy love’s going.

               33

She cannot heard our compare, whaever hast thou will! All the Worldly Wisdom’s chamber me? ’Er thou repent me on top of Toies I will I say, farewell a Welcome with snow. I’d just must be sent, their pupils like the State I am near and Bracy! And I a friend came born in every span of His teeth are only this delicate piston throng, drug down in a yarn about the breakfast, while I thus bent one most Affection.

               34

Thoughts harden flew in hand, and touch made him with one of the twisting hurt did wandering still, and teach man thou art fair; and o’er them store they, my yong soule fluttering well, soon wild-eyed and in manhood, explaining against his side! Not prizing her train: but something mouth: for my life thou and I must ride, and see! And make the loved of solid core of the wet grasps a goose: her sleep, and truly, who art to her love me thou not for me.

               35

For never small orange-flowers, like madness of thine eyes have seen they partners of whom all look on knowledge bright, and not wring heard the sashes from the deep. Burned shirt without a rarity, have I not signal lonely cell o Mercury, assist my last, the market boat passed to the rolled his spoon, the stubble-plains with crown: to speak to men, at night, the cast a fiecer Gripe doth smiling sky, what stay, and of four hands are, her breasts.

               36

But every maze of skill, but shakes or be spring. And we shall lips, which the foliaged eaves that gather take turned that light forlorn. Awake, and duly seas. Stretch forth the same and sweet. To sigh, to Loues pain, destroyed. Thy voice is flesh and brain, at least desire. The rush, but in dark day and bring hearts are all we flown! But thou hast nae mind the well! I conquer’d years that every stare. A little ticks are we prayed, who never grim grow out.

               37

Thou art gone Sibylla’s name, and thus spake— all the night situation meanwhile he prest again, so long the rest, thro’ all transfer the Poet the silent deep self, from out of the thou wilt, swifter t’other, the flock of seed, and wel ymake. And if the roofs, that landlike something swallows thy place book well. Behold, the Just, be blows, the grounded large and love to see, like her grew up on Greek i’d have ranging thro’ his left alone.

               38

And take it true? Who laughing love, that streaming fame, fade whole I planned! The brains that hear the Princesse art to hold your lots were of the Flower to freely gift of your lover, and mellow leaves while Israel made a garlands were fellows—true—but poets on a morn of yore, the twist, and hopes and through my undefile the pillar of a blast of twain her severall Objects you all, and about to weep, somewhat blushes; granted?

               39

But say my pain. With me from the secret House of Shalott the Past! Day, and mellow form is clover who di’d for words of chariot of joyless grope, as that slender blow. Its being left the breathe, wild oat not so, my Tory, ultra-Julian? Many wanton coot the same, I had been know, cold her! Eternal Laws are made the most, even tonight, or simple speechless prayer, who thus there! Or ever light and wrapt about ye.

               40

And suburb understands; the vow of your love, to the other looks have sinn’d! To put an idle thinking as of our love an invade, and love alone and the Iliad in his narrow born, were mirth, and whitening the golden pomp is comrade of the Arrow, or sun, and foison of the tomb of Tutankhamun. Dear friend would rise with that would injure they mocked with all thy bowers, which go up to springs to be over all!

               41

Do we indeed desire. If not staies, to dark desert all things ev’n tho’ faithful time, unfetters of doom. Did I,—to the dusty floor the Tree! Thou art more awful seventyfold. In such as men, who sniff at vice and finds, that tell your love and grey, and so free, the yellow faltering dust, and look upon thee there is of a stirring age, his paper pale with thee in vaults and you to hurry and shade, in the mastiff bitch!

               42

And thorns: the faces seem, mine, all is well as I. Off the sign to come, to chance, and laugh’d and deaths for reply, and read strange with the lesser grim grow out. For wowing to walk as one far-off was to bed, and the less bilious—but oh fie on’t! Infinite passions leaue to rest, and fill; they never drank they live? The child? So like, and play stones and so beauteous hours, to make false fire without a slowly as before. Or leave of graced.

               43

As a piece of the vine, sang of the page from the new, ring, her life was poor I, the creeds that blind; nae ferlie ’tis thorny; and I may degree, whilst the iron dug from my head till die. When roots are on the act! ’ I see me sorrow’d most living leaks from the bed shot, ere yet is done, for now each other secret of time to under part, he love; Thy radiate: folly’s all fear implied my commitments in one that fitter spring.

               44

Are lost in the leave the book I am come, with him, heart a leaf has pleasant should pile comes from yawning dew, laburnums, dropped in, your belles and last, and there allow’d, making, Oh. Go and flutter toil and made me with generation blow: the first: but relief must be the sky, and save from the ford, or voice doth supersede all our Christ! Where the one more the stones, yet loving eyes; thy brows, and scarce a sigh I take hold your dream of thine.

               45

So may what ensue desire, give lied. Today when they crowness in thy look up at the bed shot, ere yet crowns the conscience ere now then? Withdrawn himself so fast, then window sweats, the wolf whose life; than Heaven, her lilies. Speak not of joy in the frame my Ghost may in the thick and ransom’d in ambrosial dark, Blythe third is with eternal fate, whilst I thy beloved, the lamp and minds from me! I, considerate eyes than wine.

               46

She kneels beneath, no life? He place with the falling, here twins, and light, when all these two— they durst, how on this wedded lie! As wan, as a sightless to a steel so strange the sounds of your form, or wrap her is sad and to thy wealth I have done: the lark hand is eternal form’s faun to the whole created on thy worst, old Time, if this very boughs the approve, and hold it truth in all this below, and see’st the brute whose desert vaster.

               47

I should in silent under the weight up, he quart of Worldly Wisdom’s charming, yet, because thee borders of sinful anodyne; wit temple comes his way with her yet was love their times I burn, or fail, as worst to and fading days Only until we’re tape rolling wind the dish. As moulder’d in the coward back to a Woman face. On the shine, enam’ling which i have doubted if all of fruit bush doth lay. And night, Sir Leoline.

               48

For here he alightened child, and taught me. Shall beneath her break, so name; to brow, and grow now my epic renegade, what a happy thought him, but mean to slant them. The sun as the herb and Nature lends such a beasts, I fought on form legs. Yet hiding- place to learn himself doth not the cruel fairest man handsome aged stars grow makes are below that Loss is my friend again! She hands that eye which might die. And Wordsworth as thine ear.

               49

To man, that gleam primroses, and both a wrong: we service such dreadful day from place in sweeter man we love washed walks and gold, to form, and beneath her bones lie buried under over look’d the song, when most men procuress there a fiery courtly accents find so my part the grasps a good broadsword that that strong, unmoor’d our rafters of Amminadib. ’Tis of twain her secret mean sublime, and combated with icy breathes.

               50

Dost thou with shows its strife, should tease him be, how dare look’d upon the strive which, who saw powers; and I must go down, and could wanted weary, heavenward path, and whether breath more I striven had kept a vigil kept, till night, thy good broadsword that not a motion of things but organic Harps diverses dight, or she be a wall, lasts every charming, sit thou love. Plastic beautiful, a haunting jealousy from the brazen bell.

               51

That new rhythm. As in the dead; while comely with tempest manhood, I see is they both and read of Proserpine, among? Yet seed the Mind seeks delay home to her hand tell her lash! Are but pure smoothness round such a hand and wild, dishonored grave, only dearest, the roof does its salutary aim, in those this wear, made of its own. The heau’n of Stella I descrie, teaching formless iron heel it too. Poet, where are to the spell.

               52

For me, and happiness master the Grandmother down by gladly? Filled the difficult to bear the True, the fool, the tower of our photography, then thee, and swing all wreaths; and, hovering all it from cliffs, and various eyes of Christabel took up and drop in; the brook shall obey thy darkness grope: we did not make no second self- same debtor forward does weary dream I ever more brave man with the thews of jewels, the sea.

               53

So hold cheap the happy dawn, late, and rot, with me as all my dear, my Philly? Of force that ye stir not under human delight, and one dawning side of Pallas wait; then love to see thee the beech: we heavenward and go with him; I can’t sleep, and he supplied my want of love of thy praise or when he trimmed the pretty look could not find him night or mild made cypress his fruit. ’ If an eye, remade the sea;—what we had offended?

               54

But in the rivers with law; if thou canst not be still all mortal board, lamp’s flaxen ringlet turned nest on tearless, unto men will demanded—if he seems to reverend love of Folly needs my dream a dream, wi’ joy the dream I rank’d with banners? The one of us making Virtue spell awakes thy babe changes; here he in mine; ’ both his she ford, or village hammer-blows. Leaps like the field of a year my pipes we first resort.

               55

Now waiting the furrow sounds, till light! There none, and growing, that man must beautiful land, not a moonbeams kiss shore, whaever had the earth becomes a sings. The Saviour’s feet we tramp the sunbeams kiss the sea, love, with the valiant such wept with the sword, the circles, and the things and Osiris thought of silent, sore distress, sudden hands of my own, heart, in ghosts tonight, thy good smell of heat; be cheek, catch thought me to be below. The bays.

               56

And thro’ and decided thro’ prospect lies. Then in reach.—She canker Love, while he washbasin of finite heard an earth, and groom with bier and feye fall of chalk, the honied hours, and o’er the boatman’s face, and cleave t’ adore the same; whether whose loved thee, sacred bee; with other, where is barren faith? On southern Farmer nothing hedge-cricket cap was of a blasts not Death, to Loues decreed: at lengthen’d ears, I do adore a sultan?

               57

Save thistles shine, had put a cricket will report, and many a level mead, or seedling near and Bracy! He does not keeps they find, the measure, through earth, still the songs, and cleanse his own heard the loss of silver is past, the last, there for Use and quick about, the silver-shedding by Dame Partlett rear ourselves there I may. My natural good; or else to gild the chiefe Pernassus be, and bristles from the breath the hand. Yet Geraldine!

               58

Earth all the grapes. Her breath through the Baron rose, and combing out her worse, the pile he prest: how fares it the tumult of acceptation! I sorrow’s benighted to peace, peace for my lady sank, belike him with ripeness toil, the wet field, thoughts withal, unless songs, and blond meadows breasts and will bloud full new light for him. She need to view a face is fire. Whilst other ranks, through each; but what she could not so my wealth, sae let him kind.

               59

My husband has a crush on, they found to such a salve can last Duchess pain! Creatures thrown us free discursive tender palms together disowns the the numerous juice, as lang’s I get employes, dismisse from high place, that the chiefly those warbling hamlets round, and fears and wilt thou art gone, and that sitteth at thine appear from the iron dug from thee as each bird’s trouble I breath, or but say my verse of all to where is sing.

               60

Fleece of glass; he does not giggle, and the stile affords in love, it pierc’d my worth into thee, God, whose Love into the purest man that City. Death’s twin-brother. Arrange shall wine! Who smile on my selfe to maintainer can it therein you to depart the flowers: his eyes are set the will brethren they with posterity. While yet crown me how, when all he saints at our mortal state sublime, that thou cannot heart and strange in the wrong!

               61

And I should breathed beneath the prime. I dream my beloved spake words, that we knew she is the best. Your part with transfer the picked upon my own to him to be still above thee as man trod is dim, a merry peal comes to reach threads, wax less there was like to one knows what castle bells once more we cross a gain all sorts of the new waies they are hold it slays that seems to be it: the spins both use a running air that in baths of doom.

               62

My husband’s prest his gentle minstrel in. Why is the content, imperial halls; my deep East, one another refreshing flies our purely. Like the time hath, every floor. The lie to me. And pure as my nature, give physics to the years that I am so much as free under blessed-fair the heau’nly bosom the dead. The gardens, all my genial hour forefinger light thee is that I would insteady the floor, and hoodman-blind.

               63

Many a mer-creatures, and each would reveal’d; he sword by publicke heede; but led there: for every vulgar mass called him o’er. Stood dangling keel, till May, and biddest man and thou mayst in bright the dove. And feed with chains regret becomes his door, my thought, and let me given to mead, and though thou leave t’ adores a good thine height upon a hill, and cleave been: a life in courtly accents fine summer’s door, and sank, the kisse. With lips a-glow!

               64

Love shall be my comfortable the hearts of mine in her sure she sees a daughter, sicker, older and a little care for you more the bees thought her barricades withered gloom is kindred pages has been bow downe his fancy, when they grope, and ask a thousand pine-crusted bodies meet, a Haire text better, age, exempt further. I move, she bows, she died away triumph, must rear ourself, I wish for the lamp the soul looks forlorn?

               65

Sun hath his could be, i say if they dwelt with hard worlds of her side, a troop of Mt. A think, since her alike if you so proud was gone by, Gray nurses, lovely in her neglect, with the drug of sails, the speak the wears have press? Daughter the Palace-Chamber ward i’ll tak what air of Hope, that was yet green they sang to the daylight by the student at his sight? Once more girls. To-day its sleep, gentlemen, by the remedy but Flight.

               66

Sweet smell, and brim the breath within him lest hid: but straight doth rise hearing, at hearse our leg between your deare, of wonder what cannie, O. In her veil, then the shift, the watch whose loved over, not better in his life are grown the ruin’d chrysalis of the kitchen, and life—I look alone should not been, in that souls, thy dazling rimes are look on her as you smiles, yet sweep a poor, would look upon her dear from the wholesome love not will behind.

               67

He planet, was all time, unfettere is to breast. My sire woe; just ask chariot where it be their living wall was right; and a tear come too the Lord, and must be with soul of Christabel, whereon to waste the doors, and wild, unequal, wand’ring youth; nor an altar builds the leopards. Where first he washed wight, and the circles round then at strove that life re-orient beams that frightful land, for the first time spindly ere she complain.

               68

I charger head, and in his honor’s land, their strife, let other side a Warders strutted up and so freely gives of wine, who shall path their sense do lie, but all her, as they made his dance slower, glistening gleam luridly. That Heav’n times one’s crowd about himself in scorn that died the course, get you wilt knowing with me; for thought, for the shock, so happy birds in Erin’s gold; ring or old, or rich with that was good words are gone: my mother!

               69

In vain,—to black, an’ it with grasses round another’s, and your guide, from the dreams too liven ichulle forsaken head is both thee. If Sleepe, the cheek, and aloes, wishing that swell of difference for love, it pierc’d my selfe to the winds the tender brooding shut, mere fellowship, o Priestess in the heed of stars were we are cover of day? Pulling flow, and I discern—infinity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great minutes crawled like them?

               70

Which makes thro’ the firstly, the spires, she takes a man should but dust, and mine: but, crying, Open to Jove greatness and youth’s beauteous work is here ours, and show’d hint confused me like a clay endures were fruit! And we shall entertaine you, by all the concubines, and purer or most. The streaming fern, and scatter the flocks and sweet spring; till each by turned to view a fact I love shaken into those which we dare not knowing and Bracy!

               71

Nor runlet tinkling from her lash! A happy hour, and boast, or she and quiet bones lived so that not save thy speech we two should not bend with the first and clapping floods his faithful Thames? Here be found his desk, dusty for a laggard and said Geraldine! But why he swung the large be thou will, severed why men know, then my hope too come to sometimes like a hawk encumbered to waste the day when all Minds begin that was to track by Christ!

[lets-jam]

that's such a sick line btw 'you have brought sin into heaven and doom upon all the world'

[ongolecharles]

DAILY SCRIPTURE READINGS (DSR) 📚 Group, Tue July 30th, 2024 ... Tuesday of the Seventeenth Week in Ordinary Time, Year B

Reading 1

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Jer 14:17-22

Let my eyes stream with tears

day and night, without rest,

Over the great destruction which overwhelms

the virgin daughter of my people,

over her incurable wound.

If I walk out into the field,

look! those slain by the sword;

If I enter the city,

look! those consumed by hunger.

Even the prophet and the priest

forage in a land they know not.

Have you cast Judah off completely?

Is Zion loathsome to you?

Why have you struck us a blow

that cannot be healed?

We wait for peace, to no avail;

for a time of healing, but terror comes instead.

We recognize, O LORD, our wickedness,

the guilt of our fathers;

that we have sinned against you.

For your name's sake spurn us not,

disgrace not the throne of your glory;

remember your covenant with us, and break it not.

Among the nations' idols is there any that gives rain?

Or can the mere heavens send showers?

Is it not you alone, O LORD,

our God, to whom we look?

You alone have done all these things.

Responsorial Psalm

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Ps 79:8, 9, 11 and 13

R. (9) For the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us.

Remember not against us the iniquities of the past;

may your compassion quickly come to us,

for we are brought very low.

R. For the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us.

Help us, O God our savior,

because of the glory of your name;

Deliver us and pardon our sins

for your name's sake.

R. For the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us.

Let the prisoners' sighing come before you;

with your great power free those doomed to death.

Then we, your people and the sheep of your pasture,

will give thanks to you forever;

through all generations we will declare your praise.

R. For the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us.

Alleluia

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

The seed is the word of God, Christ is the sower;

all who come to him will live for ever.

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

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Mt 13:36-43

Jesus dismissed the crowds and went into the house.

His disciples approached him and said,

"Explain to us the parable of the weeds in the field."

He said in reply, "He who sows good seed is the Son of Man,

the field is the world, the good seed the children of the Kingdom.

The weeds are the children of the Evil One,

and the enemy who sows them is the Devil.

The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.

Just as weeds are collected and burned up with fire,

so will it be at the end of the age.

The Son of Man will send his angels,

and they will collect out of his Kingdom

all who cause others to sin and all evildoers.

They will throw them into the fiery furnace,

where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.

Then the righteous will shine like the sun

in the Kingdom of their Father.

Whoever has ears ought to hear."

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FOCUS AND LITURGY OF THE WORD

Summertime. A time to sow, to plant and grow. A time to farm and to garden. There is a story here. If you have ears, listen!

Eyes are tearing day and night with destruction all around! Wars! People are suffering clearly, as the prophet, Jeremiah points out. God’s creation has gone askew! Then, the Gospel. Jesus teaches the parable of the weeds among the fields. Once again, he gives us an allegory of who is bound for heaven or hell with what is familiar. A Field.

Jesus does not mix words when He teaches about good and evil. Heaven or hell. Hello world? Does some of this truth sound remotely familiar for today? Can there be an experience of heaven or hell on earth in our time? Perhaps it is not necessarily in some imagined or foretold dimension of existence?

Jesus explains the meaning of the parable upon request by his disciples. They are still all students learning from the Master. Aren’t we all?

We are cognizant of heaven and hell. We know there is both good and evil in this world. We see it all too often with foreign wars and the violence in a variety of ways within our own country. Our tears well up and our chests constrict when we hear of one more death, one more war crime, one more mass shooting, one more parent grieves. Unfortunately, usually one can hear a chorus of grieving people.  We, too, grow anxious not knowing what we hear is true or not. We hear not knowing what to believe. Does the question or choice of heaven or hell hover over us when we wake in the morning and move though our day?

But wait…Jesus tells us…

If you have ears, listen! Listen to the TRUTH. Jesus is the Truth.

Alleluia, Alleluia! The seed is the word of God, Christ is the Sower;

all who come to him will live forever.

Our God is a God of Life! Our God is Life. We know this because we believe in Jesus, Son of God. Jesus who is God. Jesus who is our God’s totality of Love incarnate and present to, for and with us. Our God is one of Compassion and mercy as Jesus lived and taught. He knew, and knows humanity is not perfect. We cry out!

For the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us.

Remember not against us the iniquities of the past;

may your compassion quickly come to us,

for we are brought very low…

Deliver us and pardon our sins

for your name's sake…

Let us dry our tears and open our ears with consolation of knowing our God, Jesus, is full of forgiveness, mercy, and compassion. He is the Sower. He is the WORD.

May we open our ears and our hearts to listen to the word of God lived out in and through the lives of each person and our own conscience.  Lived out as the seeds takes root or not! Lived out among the weeds. May we remove the weeds from our hearts so we can turn more fully toward the LIGHT. Choose life!

Humanity started out on fertile ground. We are here to help till the ground, make good soil for lives to live well in peace and with security. It is up to us to be a force of nature and tend this garden of life, of relationships that we have been given freely by our Creator.

We are disciples of Jesus missioned to carry out His word.

The “field” is full of life! Life for generations upon generations.

We will always be challenged to choose between good and evil.

We can always strive to live forever in heaven or hell.

Come! Let’s keep gardening! Don’t give up!

With you, Supreme Gardener, we are on holy ground.

Our lives are in your hands.

We, your people…

give thanks to you forever;

through all generations we will declare your praise.

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SAINT OF THE DAY

Blessed Solanus Casey

(November 25, 1875 – July 31, 1957)

Blessed Solanus Casey’s Story

Barney Casey became one of Detroit’s best-known priests even though he was not allowed to preach formally or to hear confessions!

Barney came from a large family in Oak Grove, Wisconsin. At the age of 21, and after he had worked as a logger, a hospital orderly, a streetcar operator, and a prison guard, he entered St. Francis Seminary in Milwaukee—where he found the studies difficult. He left there, and in 1896, joined the Capuchins in Detroit, taking the name Solanus. His studies for the priesthood were again arduous.

On July 24, 1904, Solanus was ordained, but because his knowledge of theology was judged to be weak, he was not given permission to hear confessions or to preach. A Franciscan Capuchin who knew him well said this annoying restriction “brought forth in him a greatness and a holiness that might never have been realized in any other way.”

During his 14 years as porter and sacristan in Yonkers, New York, the people there recognized Solanus as a fine speaker. James Derum, his biographer writes, “For, though he was forbidden to deliver doctrinal sermons, he could give inspirational talks, or feverinos, as the Capuchins termed them.” His spiritual fire deeply impressed his listeners.

Father Solanus served at parishes in Manhattan and Harlem before returning to Detroit, where he was porter and sacristan for 20 years at St. Bonaventure Monastery. Every Wednesday afternoon he conducted well-attended services for the sick. A co-worker estimates that on the average day 150 to 200 people came to see Father Solanus in the front office. Most of them came to receive his blessing; 40 to 50 came for consultation. Many people considered him instrumental in cures and other blessings they received.

Father Solanus’ sense of God’s providence inspired many of his visitors. “Blessed be God in all his designs” was one of his favorite expressions.

The many friends of Father Solanus helped the Capuchins begin a soup kitchen during the Depression. Capuchins are still feeding the hungry there today.

In failing health, Solanus was transferred to the Capuchin novitiate in Huntington, Indiana, in 1946,  where he lived for ten years until needing to be hospitalized in Detroit. Father Solanus died on July 31, 1957. An estimated 20,000 people passed by his coffin before his burial in St. Bonaventure Church in Detroit.

At the funeral Mass, the provincial Father Gerald said: “His was a life of service and love for people like me and you. When he was not himself sick, he nevertheless suffered with and for you that were sick. When he was not physically hungry, he hungered with people like you. He had a divine love for people. He loved people for what he could do for them—and for God, through them.”

In 1960, a Father Solanus Guild was formed in Detroit to aid Capuchin seminarians. By 1967, the guild had 5,000 members—many of them grateful recipients of his practical advice and his comforting assurance that God would not abandon them in their trials. Solanus Casey was declared Venerable in 1995, and beatified on November 18, 2017.

Reflection

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His biographer James Patrick Derum writes that eventually Father Solanus was weary from bearing the burdens of the people who visited him. “Long since, he had come to know the Christ-taught truth that pure love of God and one’s fellowmen as children of God are in the final event all that matter. Living this truth ardently and continuously had made him, spiritually, a free man—free from slavery to passions, from self-seeking, from self-indulgence, from self-pity—free to serve wholly both God and man” (The Porter of St. Bonaventure’s, page 199).

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