#walking worthily of the Lord

[a-godman]

Live the Christian Life by having a Walk Worthy of God's Calling in our Daily Living

As believers in Christ, we need to have a walk worthily of the calling with which we were called by God; according to Ephesians 4-5 there are four main items of a walk worthy of God’s calling, ending with being filled in spirit. Amen! The first item of a walk worthy of God’s calling is to be diligent to keep the oneness of the Spirit in the uniting bond of peace with the transformed human…

[urm0o0m]

"Forgive Me Father"

[AN: no gif because none of them match the story... fyi, I'm not catholic so if something isn't correct about some parts, please let me know!]

[No cw. Read at your own risk because this took me a year to write...]

You groan as you have begun to feel uncomfortable in the suit that your mother has picked out for you for Sunday mass. “Hush now” Your mother says as you both enter the church, dipping your right hand in water and doing the cross sign before taking a bow at the altar and walking to your seats. The priest greets everyone at service and you greet him back. You lock eyes as he says his name. “My name is Father Miguel. I see we have some new faces here. Now let us welcome the choir” Everyone rises but you stay seated and your mother shoots you a look and you stand. Once the choir is finished singing everyone sits back down. 

Father Miguel does the cross symbol and everyone reciprocates it before opening prayers begin. You find your eyes lingering on Father for too long and when he catches your eye your face grows hot and you look away quickly. Father Miguel greets the congregation again saying  “The Lord be with you.” He then introduces the Gospel reading while marking a small cross on his forehead, lips and heart with his thumb while praying silently that God cleans his mind and his heart so that his lips may worthily proclaim the Gospel. The congregation performs this ritual action along with the priest. 

Father Miguel begins preaching and you find yourself intensively listening. Not to obtain the word but because you find his voice soothing (and dare you say attractive). They collect offerings and call everyone up for communion. Father prays over the bread and wine before everyone lines up and kneels before him one at a time. It’s your turn and you kneel before him. “The body of Christ” Father Miguel says, placing the cracker between your lips, thumb brushing against your bottom lip before handing you a cup of wine. “The blood of Christ” You swallow the wine and he intensively watches as your Adam's apple bobs up and down as you swallow. 

Over the next 4 weeks you began to come to Sunday mass more often and your Mother was confused but never objected. One day after mass your mother invites a couple people back to the house for dinner and Father Miguel agrees to come over. You smile when you hear this and you rush home to shower and help your mother cook. Out of nowhere in the shower you thought about the first encounter with Father Miguel. You find yourself becoming aroused at the thought of his touch lingering on your chest. Then moving down to your abdomen. Then your hips. Lastly, moving painstakingly slow to your crotch area. 

Your hand wraps around your cock, imagining it was his hand. You tease yourself, lightly brushing your thumb against the tip of your erection. You let out a shaky breath, imagining him behind you, whispering filthy things in your ear as he strokes you. As you begin to get impatient you begin stroking yourself, increasingly going faster, mind running wild with different scenarios. All including Father Miguel. As your orgasm approaches you find yourself breathing heavily, leaning against the wall for support as your orgasm begins washing over you. You have to bite your lip to stay as quiet as possible. You let out a soft shaky moan as you cum, shooting your seed onto the wall.

As you calm down from your high, your legs begin to shake. You slump down onto the bathroom floor, the water trickling down your body and the wall, washing away the mess on both the wall and you. You begin cursing yourself for thinking about such ungodly things being done onto you by a holy man.“y/n?! Hurry up, I need you to vacuum!” Your mother yells at you from the kitchen downstairs. You quickly wash up, scrubbing yourself clean of my impurities along with the mess you made on the wall. You get dressed, pulling on some gray sweatpants and a fitted wife beater to show off your body while not acting like a total slut. You put your socks on before walking downstairs to help your mother prepare for the guests. 

You put your headphones on as you clean, listening to the song “Ick” when your part comes on you sing it when you look up to see Father Miguel standing here, face flushed. Your face grows hot when you realize he heard you singing the song. “I-I’m so sorry Father” You stammer out and he chuckles. “Please. Call me Miguel” You look down and he places his pointer finger under your chin, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. His words shot a chill down your spine, his voice sounded different. ”Ahh, but wouldn’t that be wrong…of me?” You ask nervously, almost melting at a simple touch of his finger.

“I don’t mind,” He says, voice sounding way different than it normally does during Sunday mass. “y/n?! Have you finished vacuuming?” Your mother asks. You swallow. “Y-yes Ma’am!”  “Come make Father a plate of food!” You remove your headphones, putting them away before leading Father Miguel to the kitchen. You ask him if he’s hungry and he shakes his head. “Maybe a little later” You nod, putting the plate away and telling your mother that you're going out for a drive. She nods, shooing you away as she talks to one of her friends from the church. You put your shoes on before Miguel stops you. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Your face grows hot and you shrug.”Great” He says, slipping his shoes back on, following you. You get into the driver's side of the car, waiting for Miguel to get in and he does. The two of you drive around and you find yourself stealing glances at the priest. Your mind then wanders to earlier that evening in the shower and you blush before pulling over. “Father? I have a confession to make” Miguel looks at you surprised. “You do realize that-” You cut him off. “Please. Just…” Miguel quiets down and you take that as an opportunity to speak, looking straight ahead and you do the same. “I’ve… I’ve been having lustful thoughts…About someone of the same sex. And the thoughts are recurring. What do I do to make them stop?”

“Come see me tomorrow at the church and we can go from there. Alright?” You nod and your phone rings, you answer and your mother tells you to return so you can eat and you quickly turn around, driving back home. 

The next day you find yourself walking into the church where Miguel is seemingly waiting for you. “Come with me to my office so we can further discuss how to help” You trail behind him, heart pounding in your chest. He opens the door, stepping into the side to allow you to enter. He quickly follows behind you before saying “Now who exactly are these thoughts about?” Your face grows hot and you look down at your hands, fidgeting. Migeul notices and places his hand on your chin, pulling your head up. “Don’t be shy. You can tell me” You let out a shaky breath. “Y-you” Miguel tilted his head to the side. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you” Your face grows hotter than before “Y-you!” Miguel clears his throat, hand dropping to his side. “W-what exactly have you been thinking about?” Your head drops low again and he snaps, bringing your head back up. “U-um. You pleasing me and vice versa” “Sit on the desk” You obediently sit on the desk and he sits next to you. “How do you want to go about this?” You swallow. “I want nothing more than to fulfill this fantasy but-” “Then come on” You furrow your eyebrows together. “W-what are you-” “Come on. Undress” You swallow. “B-but-” Miguel removes his Roman collar.

“Hurry” He does a little prayer “Forgive me Father” He says as he does the holy trinity. He opens his eyes and he sees you are fully dressed. “Do you not want to fulfill these fantasies of yours?” You stay quiet and he swallows. “If you do not want to, I will not force you to. But it is wrong of me to admit that I’ve been having the same thoughts about you” Your eyes grow wide. “But what will the church think about-” Miguel pulls you in for a kiss and he says “I’m not worried about the church right now. If you really don’t want to, I won’t make you. I want to make that clear right now” Your head drops low. “I want to feel your lips around my-” “I can’t do that with your pants still on. And it’s clear your cock wants to be pleased so hurry”

You quickly discard your pants along with your boxers, revealing your erection. “So you really do want this to happen?” You nod and he sits you back on the desk, spreading your legs and getting on his knees. Miguel lets his hand wrap around your cock, squeezing the base lightly. This causes a slight moan to slip from your lips. He smiles before sticking out his tongue, dragging his tongue from the top of his hand, all the way up your shaft and taking the head into his mouth. He tastes your pre-cum which causes a small groan from him. “Fuck you taste so good. I almost forgot what this tastes like” Your hips buck up and he smiles.

“So eager to be pleased” Miguel then completely takes you into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. You straighten your posture, sucking in a deep breath before a shaky exhale. “F-fuck thank you Father” Miguel smiles before saying “You’re welcome my child” His head continues bobbing up and down, lustful nosies bouncing off the supposed holy walls of room, spit slipping from Father’s mouth as he picks up his pace, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your hand makes its way to Miguel’s head, pulling his brown and gray streaks of hair, helping him please you. You’ve never felt this good before.

You’ve masturbated in the past but this was nothing compared to that. You groan softly, head falling back as your legs shake. “F-father!~ I’m gonna c-cum” This makes Miguel quicken his pace, looking up at you. You buck your hips up, holding his head as close to your crotch as possible, making him gag. You have to bite your bottom lip in order to keep quiet as you shoot your load down his throat. You whimper softly as you ride your orgasm out. Father Miguel pulls himself off of your cock, immediately pulling you into a kiss. “God you taste so good” With heavy breath you say “F-father I want you to fuck me” 

He swallows before saying “Are you sure? W-we don’t have to just me doing-” You pull him in for a second kiss before saying “I want you to fuck me. Please Father?” Miguel begins undoing his pants when you stop him, doing it for him which makes him even more turned on.  “Over the desk. Now” You scramble up, bending yourself over his desk, slightly wiggling your ass. Father raises his hand, a harsh smack to your ass causing your back to arch. “You should be ashamed. Having such sinful thoughts about a disciple of Christ” He says, another smack to your bottom. You groan as the pain makes your cock twitch.

Miguel notices this and chuckles before pulling your head up and spitting in your mouth, watching some of the spit miss your mouth and roll down your cheek and neck. “Fuck y/n” Miguel says, his tip poking at your ass. He spits in his hands, stroking himself before deciding that ultimately that wasn’t enough lube. He grabs some ‘holy oil’ from his drawer and pours some on your hole before adding some to his hand and stroking himself again. “May God have mercy on you” “F-father I have another confession” Miguel pauses. “Yes, my child?” You swallow. “I-I’m a virgin” He tilts his head to the side.

This causes him to break character. “Y-you want me to be your first?” You nod and he blushes before saying “I’ll start off gentle. No promises it’ll stay that way but if it becomes too much please promise me that you’ll tell me” You smile. “I promise” He smiles. “Okay” He slowly slips the first half of his cock inside of you and you whimper. “I know, baby. Just a little more and I’ll be finished with entering you” Tears slip from your eyes. This man, stretching your tight virgin hole and he’s not even full inside of you. He decided to just fully bottom out inside of you and you yell out, causing him to cover your mouth as the church’s weekly prayer session has begun and people are praying.

Your tears soak his hand and this worries him. “Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head before taking two of his fingers in your mouth. He smirks as he softly begins snapping his hips back and forth trying to be gentle with you but you push back against him. “Fuck your so tight Mi amor” Miguel growls, the spanish nickname running shivers dow your spine. Miguel pauses, before pulling out of you. You whine before saying “Father?” Miguel picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He presses your back against the shared wall of his office and the pulpit where some of the church community are, praying while their priest fucks another member into the wall.

Miguel slowly slides himself into you, watching your eyes widen. You open your mouth to let out a moan and he pulls you in for a kiss, to silence your sounds. Miguel breaks the kiss momentarily before saying “You have to stay quiet right now. I love your sinful sounds so much but you need to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” You nod and say “Y-yeah. I can do that for you Father” Miguel smirks before fully pushing himself inside of you. “Good boy” His hot breath against your neck sends a shiver down your spine while his cock sends a wave of pleasure through your body. Your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to keep yourself from making too much noise as he fucks into you. 

Miguel groans against your neck as he feels you tightening around him. “You keep clenching around me like that and I’ll cum” “I want it inside. I want you to cum inside of me” You say, breathless as yuo feel another orgasm building up. But it feels different than any orgasm. Miguel groans,picking up his pace, fucking into you so relentlessly that the decently sized cross that hung on the wall began knocking against the wall. Your eyes water and you whisper “F-father ‘m gonna cum again” You say, as the tip of his cock began hitting your sweet spot and making you see stars. “I’m not gonna fill you up unitl you cum for me again. Do you understand?”

You nod your head, not being able to form a comprehensible sentence but wanting to cum again. You whimper, rocking your hips and trying to get Miguel to move faster. “Cum for me y/n” Miguel says and the coil in your stomacth began to loosen, Migel pulls you in for a kiss and you oudly moan into the kiss, hoping the walls were thick enough as to muffle the moans a bit more than Miguel’s lips had. Miguel groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he fills your hole to the brim with his cum. The two of you lean against the wall, Breathing hard and fast. Miguel begins to pull out of you, carefully as to keep the mess to a minimum.

“Here. Get dressed and I’ll bring you my house to rest as soon as the prayer session is over.” You nod, pulling your clothes back on and Father Miguel sits you in his chair, pulling his sweater the hung on  coat rack over you. “Get some rest my Dear” He says and that was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep”

Word count: 2,715

Start date: September 19, 2023 10:45 AM

End date: July 9, 2024 8:44 AM

[oniifans]

Confessions of a Sinner: Priest! Eren Yeager x Female Reader

Summary: You are a sinner. And you've tried to confess your sins, but many times you failed. Today was the day you confess your sins to Father Eren Yeager. But what will Father Eren do when he realizes that he's listening to your confessions about him?

Kinks Include: Toxic Eren Yeager, Top Eren Yeager, Priest! Eren Yeager, Eren Yeager has a manbun, Eren Yeager has long hair, oral sex, face-sitting, slight cunnilingus, confessions, confessional, dubious consent, humiliation, verbal humiliation, degradation, panty kink.

Inspired by: AnnLuVazzel on twitter - Her fanarts of Priest Eren Yeager is *chef's kiss* please check her out. ♥ Thank you. ♥

Disclaimer: I have 0 intentions to offend any religions, faiths, beliefs, and dogmas. I respect all religions and their believers. This is pure fiction, and it has no base on reality of what the church does and think. This is my own interpretation of religious guilt, sins, confessions, prayers, and blasphemy. Since this is a mature and explicit fan-fiction, I trust you, as the reader, can separate fan fiction from reality. Thank you.

You never liked going to church. Not on Fridays or Sundays. But it wasn’t because of the church that you didn’t like to go. It’s not the people that were bent in the pews, quietly whispering their prayers to their God. It wasn’t because of the stupid modest clothes you had to wear due to the strict scriptures you were suppose to follow. 

No. 

Not any of that. 

The main reason why you didn’t like going to church…was because of Him. 

That priest. 

You sat quietly in the pews, your fingers tracing over the words of the picked scripture for today’s mass. You shifted in your seat, pulling down your skirt before your eyes glanced up to him. 

There he was, standing at the altar as his hands were clasped together for a prayer. 

Father Eren Yeager. 

No one really knew how he joined the church. How he became the Father of this holy place. Everyone was curious to know, except you. 

You had your own curiosities. You had a feeling that there was something in between you two. But you couldn’t put your finger on it. 

Was it God? Was it taboo? Sin? 

When he would talk about sin, his emerald green eyes were pinned to you, as if he knew about your sins. Anytime you meet his gaze, you sit up straighter, your hands on your knees while he continues to speak before moving his gaze back to his scripture. 

What’s funny is that…you are a sinner. 

After mass, you had the burning urge to go up to him and talk. Talk about what? The service? How good was it? 

No. 

You wanted to go and confess your sins to him. Sit in that confession box and tell him everything. You were so close the last few times to do it, but you left shortly after Mass. Your confidence deflated the minute he finished his prayer, and you were out the double doors. 

You always had that voice in your head when you were walking back to your home. 

“You want to be clean, don’t you?” 

Was it even your voice? 

Or Father’s? 

Your mind snapped back to church as you noticed everyone standing up for prayer. You got up to your feet, bowing your head and clasping your hands together. 

“Remember, Lord, your creature,

whom you redeemed by your Blood.

I am repentant of my sins,

I desire to put right what I have done.” 

You clench your jaw, your heart racing as you glance up. Your heart froze as his gaze met with yours. 

“Take from me, therefore, most merciful Father,

all my iniquities and sins,

so that, purified in mind and body,

I may worthily taste the Holy of Holies.” 

Fuck. You swallow nervously, his gaze never leaving yours before he looks down and closes his eyes.

“May the almighty and merciful Lord

grant us joy with peace,

amendment of life,

room for true repentance,

the grace and consolation of the Holy Spirit

and perseverance in good works.

Amen.” 

You could feel your heart race again before your legs finally bent and you sat back down. Why were you getting all hot and bothered? It wasn’t because he was looking at you, right? 

Your fingers fumbled to touch the rosary around your neck, gripping at the cross as Father Eren started to talk about announcements and events that were happening at the church. 

Your eyes fell down to the bible. 

You need to tell him today. You couldn’t focus at church, not while he’s talking. Your mind would wander back to when you were alone in your room, one hand touching yourself and the other covering your mouth. No matter how muffled and how quiet you were, you would still moan out his name. 

Eren. 

Father Eren.  

Over and over again. 

You knew that it was wrong, but you continued like the filthy sinner you were. You want to be pure in the eyes of Father Eren. You would do anything. 

You were going to do it. Today. 

“And that’s all for announcements. Please, have a lovely afternoon today. May peace be with you all.” Father Eren said as he closed his bible and nodded at the congregation to be dismissed. 

He stood at the altar, shifting his notes and bible as everyone started to file out and leave. You closed the bible and set it on the pew. You slowly rose to your feet and shifted out from the pew. 

Some of the men met with Father and spoke briefly. Firm handshakes and soft chuckles echoed in the church, along with whispered conversations. You carefully moved out of people’s way as you made your way towards the altar. 

Was Father Eren always this friendly? His long black hair was pulled into a loose bun, strands of his hair framing his face while his emerald gaze was gentle, yet firm as he spoke with the members of the church. He wore the green chasubles, along with a brown rosary around his neck and his hands occupied with the bible. 

“I see that the Lord has kept you well, Father.” You say as your feet meet at the altar. Father Eren turned to look at you, a light smile pulling at his lips, “And same with you, YN. How was the service?” He asked. 

“It was wonderful as always. I wanted to speak with you privately, if you have the time.” You say. 

Father Eren nodded quietly, “Absolutely. Please, if you could wait here at the very front pew while I go and change, I’ll be with you shortly.” 

You nodded, walking over to the front pew and taking a seat. You watched as he disappeared behind one of the doors on the left side of the altar. You left out a shaky breath and looked around. You were alone. 

This was it. You were going to confess your sins to him. No more hiding. No more running away. This was it. 

“My apologies if you had to wait so long,” Father Eren said as he walked out of the door, closing it behind him, “getting out of these large uniforms has its difficulties.” 

He was wearing the common black clergy uniform with the collar, the brown rosary now around his hands as he approached you. “What did you want to speak about?” He asked. 

You rose to your feet, your heart beating out of your chest. “I wanted to confess my sins. I wanted to speak with you privately about it, because it is a bit longer than a short session.” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?” He glanced at the confession box before coming back to you, “We can today, right now if you’d like. I do have time.” 

“Really? Oh, thank you Father. I’ve been meaning to do this for such a long time, but I always would leave and hide.” You say embarrassed, “but I don’t want to run away anymore.” 

Father Eren stared at you for a moment before reaching over to cup your cheek gently, turning your head so you were looking up at him. “As it says in the bible, YN, If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,” His thumb grazed over your lower lip, “you should never run away and hide from your shame. It takes a strong person to come clean and be pure once again.” 

You nearly melted as he pulled his hand away and readjusted his collar. He had no idea what he was in for. “So, shall we?” He says, motioning his head towards the box. 

———————

Father Eren opened the wooden door as you stepped inside. You quietly sat as he closed the door and made his way to his side, taking a seat. 

You grew sweaty. You were afraid, but you knew you had to take the chance to talk to him. Confess. 

“You may begin when you want to, YN.” Father Eren says. 

You made a sign of the cross over your chest before drawing in a shaky breath. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession.” You say softly. 

You grit your teeth, your hands gripping the hem of your skirt. 

“Take your time, YN. No need to rush.” Father Eren says.

Your cheeks grow warm as you shamelessly start to remember. 

“I…I am nothing but a pervert,” You clear your throat, “every Sunday I have impure thoughts of Father Eren. I…I cannot say-!” 

“Go on.” 

His voice grew husky, tone dripping in honey. You couldn’t hear him, but his breathing picked up just a bit. 

“I…F-Father Eren, it's embarrassing to say.” 

“Do you want to be free of your shameful sins? Confess.” 

You swallow your spit before glancing down at your feet. “I…I touch myself to lustful thoughts of Father Eren. During his sermons, I would think about how his lips would feel on mine, how his hands would wrap around my body. I would dream of the times of when we would have sex. When he would look at me, my body burns with passion and desire. In between my legs, I..I am always aching and wet with need. I am constantly turned on with him looking at me, and I can’t get this urge out of my head.” 

Your body was hot, your thighs closing together tightly as heat pooled in between your legs. You can’t think about this now. This was so wildly inappropriate. 

“Is that all?” 

Your lips trembled before you nodded quietly, “I-I’m sorry for these and all of my sins.” 

Silence. It grew, along with tension as you stared at the small window. “Father Eren?” You ask, still wondering if he was still there. 

Silence. 

Your hands shot up to cover your face. You knew doing this was going to end up awkward. God, you couldn’t face him again. You just told him everything. 

Suddenly, the door was ripped open as Father Eren stared down at you. His eyes were cold, body tense as his nostrils flared angrily. 

Did you really upset him? 

You grew fearful before his lips parted to speak. “Your sins are forgiven by our Lord. However, I am offering you a penance. A penance that’ll purge your sins completely. Please, meet me at my office.” He said in that same husky tone. 

Penance? What? 

You nod, getting to your feet as you walk out of the confessional. He followed behind you as you made your way down the side of the pews and towards the door. 

You could feel his eyes on you. Your mind wandered as you pushed open the door. What the hell was he going to do? Yell at you? Scold you and do fifty Hail Marys in front of him? 

You stood in his office, eyes pinned to his desk as Father Eren closed the door behind you, quietly locking it. 

Silence filled the room as he passed you, moving to the back of his desk. He set his rosary beads on top of some paperwork. His hands rested on top of his office chair, while his eyes were looking at you. 

“How long were you having these thoughts, YN?” He asked. 

You couldn’t meet his gaze. 

“Look at me.” He commanded. 

Your eyes shot to him. “For a while now.” You whisper. 

“Show me.” 

Your eyes widened. “What?” You ask. 

“Show me your pussy. I want to see that aching need of yours.” He hissed, now walking around to the front of the desk, sitting at the edge of it. His arms were crossed while he stared you down. 

Your face flushed before you slowly reached your hands down to the edge of your skirt and pulled it up. 

You shuddered as you felt the cool air on your exposed inner thighs. Your body burned with shame as you looked away. Eren scoffed as he pushed himself off of the desk and walked over to you. 

“How quaint. Even your flesh lies. You confess your sins, and yet,” He let out a harsh chuckle, eyes burning down your body while one hand reached down to touch your clothed core, “here you are, wet and aching with need.” 

You gasp, freezing as you look down to see his hand in between your legs. 

“You think you deserve this? Deserve my attention? My touch?” He asks, his lips pressing up your ear, “do you want my solution to your aching problem?” 

You didn’t answer right away. 

Father Eren didn’t like that. 

He moved his hand away from your panties and grabbed your arm. He dragged you with him towards the large standing mirror he had next to his closet. 

Angrily, he yanked up your blouse, exposing your breasts and hiding your rosary. You didn’t have the heart to look at yourself in the mirror, shame burning your cheeks before his other hand pulled down your panties. Your panties pooled around your feet before you stepped out of them. 

There you were: an exposed sinner in the holy hands of Father Eren. 

His gaze was intimidating as he stared down your body once more. “Look at you, YN. Look at yourself.” He commanded. 

Your eyes stared at your reflection. One hand gripped at your breast, your nipple hard as his thumb and index fingertip rubbed slowly while the other hand traveled down to graze over your outer lips. 

Your body sags against his, little whines and whimpers escaping your lips. “See? Even me touching you, confessing your sins isn’t enough. You’re still impure.” He hissed, his lips pressed against your neck as he nibbled on your flesh. 

You gasp, his tongue running over your skin as he makes a small mark on your skin. Your eyes shoot to him in the mirror, “What did you do to me?” You ask, panting. 

“Marking an impure woman. Just to make sure that everyone can see that to avoid you.” He replies. His hands continue to fondle you, while he still stares at you. 

“You will listen to my words,” He began as his hands started to pull away, fixing your clothes, “I have one solution to get rid of these impure desires, YN. But once I do this, I never want to see you again. Not in my church. Understood?” 

You frowned, nodding slowly. 

“Good.” 

It hurt to hear those words. But you didn’t want to cause any problems with Father Eren. Besides, he was doing this to keep you pure. That’s all that mattered, right? 

You watch as he moves from the mirror and starts to stack the two chairs. He set them towards the wall, now a large space on the floor. 

He crouched down at first before laying flat on the floor. He motioned with his two fingers. “Come to me, YN.” He said. 

You obeyed his words, quietly walking to him before you were now standing in front of him. 

“Lift your skirt for me.” 

You bit your lower lip before your hands slowly reached down to lift your skirt, exposing your wet cunt once more. 

“Sit on me.” 

Your chest rose and fell. “Father Eren. Are you sure…that it’s okay?” You ask, your eyes glossing over with that familiar lust. 

“I will drink away all of your sin. If you want to be pure again, you will allow me to do this. You want to be clean, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow curiously. 

“Yes, Father.” 

“Good. Now sit.” 

You moved yourself so you were directly above his face. You hesitated for a moment before you saw his eyes flash with a warning. 

You sunk to your knees, your pussy directly on his face. Both of his hands shot up to hold your hips. 

His lips parted as his tongue snuck out to lick at your outer pussy lips. You trembled as he held you still while his mouth worked on you. Your mouth was opened with soft gasps, a small bead of sweat forming on the side of your face. 

Little muffled pleased hums escaped him as his eyes closed. You noticed how gentle he was. And yet, he was slowly unwrapping you, lick by lick. 

His tongue spread your lips before moving up towards your peeking clit. 

You let out a soft moan before his mouth pulled away immediately, “Close your mouth. You’re still in church.” He warned before he went back to assaulting your clit. 

Your hand shot to cover your mouth, eyes rolling back as his mouth was fully enveloped on your cunt. He continued to move his mouth, drinking your sweet nectar.

Your muffled moans only made him go faster. But you needed more. Friction.

He grunted as you started to move your hips shallowly against his face. He moved to suck on your clit ruthlessly, eyes pinned as your head rolled back. Lewd, wet sucking noises filled your ears, making your tummy burn.

You were going to cum. 

You wanted to stop, that guilt suddenly weighing back before your eyes fell to Father Eren. His tongue laid flat right on your leaking pussy before he started to move his head back and forth quickly. 

The feeling of his tongue was too much. He knew what he was doing. 

“Do it…give me everything…break for me.” Father Eren said in between his licks. 

Your body shook and spasmed as you came. The guilt disappeared as he drank, his eyes closed tightly. His forehead glistened with sweat, his face burned pink. 

He slowly pulled his mouth away, the tip of tongue sticking with a long string of mixed fluids before he lapped it up. He moved his hands to grip yours as you got to your feet. 

Your chest rose and fell, instinctively taking a few steps back as Father Eren got to his feet. He readjusted his rosary, fixing up his hair before he walked over to the mirror. He cleared his throat before he rolled up his sleeves. 

Your mouth dropped to see that his arms were covered in different tattoos. He glanced down to see your panties as he leaned over to pluck them from the floor. 

“Father Eren, what are those? How long have you been hiding them?” You ask, alarmed at the sight. 

“That is none of your concern. Now leave.” Father Eren said coldly, looking over at your panties before his fingers rubbed over your middle stripe, scoffing as it was still wet. 

“But the Church will find out if-!” 

“The Church won’t find out about me. And if you say a word, how would you feel if the entire congregation knew about what we just did? No one would believe a single word,” His gaze fell to you, “would they believe that the priest would actually do such lewd acts with a whore?” He took a step to you, “a whore who confessed such lusts about me?” 

He backed you up against the door, your eyes pricked with tears. His fingers found the lock to the door and quietly unlocked it. 

“I already said what you need to do,” he leaned against your ear, “now get the hell out of my church.” 

You shoved him off of you and stormed out of his office. Your face burned with humiliation as you wiped tears from your eyes. 

Father Eren stared as you left before he closed the door. His hand that held your panties moved to his nose. He inhaled the thick, sweet scent as his other hand moved to grab and rub his stiff cock hidden in his black clergy uniform. 

“Father forgive me for my sins,” Father Eren whispers, his eyes glancing at his own reflection in the mirror, “for I have only just begun them.” 

[scribeforchrist-blog]

A Worthy Walk

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Romans 5:8 But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Colossians 1:10 to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him: bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; “

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM WALKING IN A WORTHY WAY

I AM BEARING GOOD FRUITS

I AM REPRESENTING GOD

I AM APPLYING THE WORD

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THOUGHTS:

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   I recently went somewhere, and as I was traveling, I saw this lake and found where the road turned off to get to the lake. I got my camera, and I got out of the car. As I walked up to the lake, it was the most beautiful lake I had ever seen. It was cold, but the sun was in the right place, and ducks were swimming.

    It was just me, and as I sat there, I told God to thank you for everything you have done for me; I thank you for the air I have, and I thank you for being God alone because sometimes we take moments like this for granted and I got my GoPro out and snap some pictures it was beautiful I'm going to try to add it as a clip to the devotional on the website. Still, as I  sat down, I saw this ripple in the water. I saw my reflection and smiled because I had only seen this in the movies, and it was simply the best moment.

   I heard the Holy Spirit say to me that the reflection that everyone sees should be me in you, nothing else, nothing more, nothing tainted at all, and it made me think, am I  carrying Christ the way I  should? Am I doing everything I can to represent Christ in my life?

   When we go to our jobs and stores, are we reflecting the right image of what Christ is supposed to be? What's happening is a lot of nonbelievers dont want to have anything to do with Christ because they see the representatives, they see us, and they wonder if this person is supposed to be of Christ. Why are they this way? I dont want anything to do with that if that's what Christ is. So my question stands: Are you representing Christ in the right way?

  “Ephesians 4:1-3 I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace."

  This is precisely what the Holy Spirit is saying , Are you walking worthily, do you have humility, gentleness, and patience,? Are you showing love for one another? Do you have peace with all man, so when we are out on the road, are we holding peace with all man, when we are at work are we holding peace with all man, when we are behind someone at the grocery store are we gentle?

   We must ask ourselves these questions because if we aren't, we need to ask God to change these things. We must be willing to let go and allow him to change us because how can we represent him if we aren't kind, if we aren't nice, if we aren’t full of humidity, and if we are rough? We have to be people who always represent God.

  God doesn't want us to pretend like we care about people or that we love people. He wants us to love people as we love ourselves; many people don't love themselves, but we must learn that we are made in the image of God, and we are beautifully and wonderfully made. When we say we dont like something about ourselves, we are telling God we dont like how he made us; we never want to make God feel that he didn't do a good enough job. We never want to make God feel we aren't happy with who we are because when we do this, we are saying that what he did wasn't great and that everything God does and has done is amazing. Everything he has ever done is beautiful, whether it’s humans or the creation of the earth.

  Colossians 3:17 And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

   Whatever we do, whatever someone asks us to do, we have to do it in Jesus' name; now our friends and family can say, I'm doing this, or I'm doing that, and they can give only half of themselves to God but whatever God gives us strength to do, we must obey him , we have to stop looking at what others do and look at ourselves we have to stop looking at our family and know and understand that God is watching us and that whenever we do something 1/2 that's not doing it in the name of Jesus that's doing it in your way.

To walk in the authority of the highest we must do our best in every situation, yes some situations are challenging I can admit that. Still, if we are going to carry the anointing of God, if we are going to walk in our calling, we must do it in a worthy way and not in a shameful way. We can't expect to save a soul if our heart is only halfway there.

    ***Today, God has made us in his image, and every day, we have the opportunity to display our love for him and Christ through our actions. Many of us have this idea that all we have to do is become a Christian, and I made it, but we need to have more than just the title. We need to have his word hidden in our hearts and ensure that we are bearing the fruits of the spirit. The Bible tells us this: “ to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him: bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; “

  We must walk worthily. Are we doing that? Are we bearing the right fruit in every good work? We must always do this wherever we go. Man might not know our walk with God, but God knows who we are. We must always please him in everything. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything; we thank you for what is excellent and unique; we thank you for allowing us to dwell in your presence, and we ask you to forgive us of the sins we did. Lord, continue to work in us and show us how to be your best representatives. Lord , we are sorry for not bearing good fruit; Lord, we ask you today to help us walk in a manner worthy of you. Lord, give us peace in our lives and victory over our situations, in Jesus' Name, Amen.

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REFERENCES

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+HEBREWS 13:21 equip you with everything good that you may do his will, working in us that which is pleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen.

+JOHN 3:22 and whatever we ask we receive from him, because we keep his commandments and do what pleases him.

+ JOHN 15:8 By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples

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FURTHER READINGS

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PROVERBS 1

AMOS 2

NUMBERS 16

ACTS 6

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[albertfinch]

WALKING WITH DIVINE PURPOSE

It is imperative that we all take a strong stand. We must make up our minds to not continue to stumble about in the confusion that seems to gridlock today's culture. Rather, we must walk in our Christ identity with God-given goals and aims and discerning His divine PURPOSE for our life.

We're not to be vague, thoughtless, and distracted during these days. We can and must discover great guidance and guidelines for living day by day, advancing in the knowledge of His CALLING on our life, possessing the wisdom that God is offering to us to bear fruit that remains for His Kingdom.

Paul, in Ephesians 5:15-17, offers the Church a most severe warning: "Look carefully then how you walk! Live purposefully and worthily and accurately, not as the unwise and witless, but as wise (sensible, intelligent people), making the very most of the time [buying up each opportunity], because the days are evil. Therefore do not be vague and thoughtless and foolish, but understanding and firmly grasping what the will of the Lord is" (AMP).

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Preeminence of Christ

1 Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, and Timothy our brother, 2 to the saints and faithful brothers in Christ in Colossae: Grace to you and peace from God our Father.

We Thank God For Your Faith And Love

3 We are giving-thanks to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, always while praying for you, 4 having heard-of your faith in Christ Jesus and the love which you have for all the saints 5 because of the hope being reserved for you in the heavens, which you previously-heard-of in the word of the truth— the good-news 6 coming to you, just as also in all the world it is bearing-fruit and growing, just as it is doing also in you from which day you heard and understood the grace of God in truth, 7 just as you learned it from Epaphras, our beloved fellow-slave who is a faithful servant of Christ on your behalf, 8 the one also having made-clear to us your love in the Spirit

May You Walk Worthily of God, Who Transferred Us Into The Kingdom of His Son

9 For this reason we also, from which day we heard, do not cease praying for you and asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, 10 so that you may walk worthily of the Lord, toward total pleasing [of Him]— bearing-fruit in every good work and growing in the knowledge of God; 11 being empowered with all power according-to the might of  His glory, toward total endurance and patience; with joy 12 giving-thanks to the Father having qualified you for your part of the share of  the saints in the light, 13 Who delivered us out of the authority of darkness and transferred us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, 14 in Whom we have the redemption, the forgiveness of sins—

The Son Is The Preeminent Head of All Creation, Because He Created All Things

15 ... Who is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation, 16 because all things were created by Him in the heavens and on the earth, the visible things and the invisible things— whether thrones or lordships or rulers or authorities. All things have been created through Him and for Him. 17 And He Himself is before all things, and all things have existence in Him. 18 And He Himself is the head of the body, the church.

The Son Is First In Everything, Because God Reconciled All Things Through Him

... Who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, in order that He Himself might come-to-be holding-first-place in all things, 19 because the Father was well-pleased that all the fullness should dwell in Him 20 and that He should reconcile all things through Him to Himself, having made-peace through the blood of His cross— through Him, whether the things on the earth or the things in the heavens.

Indeed, You Yourselves Were Reconciled By Him

21 Indeed you were formerly being excluded, and were enemies in the mind in-connection-with evil works. 22 But now He reconciled you in the body of His flesh through His death, that He might present you holy and without-blemish and blameless in His presence— 23 if indeed you continue in the faith, having been founded, and steadfast, and not being moved-away from the hope of the good-news which you heard, the one having been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, of which I, Paul, became a minister.

I Am Suffering To Fulfill My Stewardship of God’s Now Revealed Mystery: Christ In You.

24 Now I am rejoicing in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling-up-in-turn[am] the things lacking from the afflictions of Christ, for the sake of His body, which is the church, 25 of which I became a minister according-to the stewardship of God having been given to me for you, that I might fulfill the word of God— 26 the mystery having been hidden from the past ages and from the past generations. But now it was revealed to His saints, 27 to whom God willed to make-known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles— which is Christ in you, the hope of glory, 28 Whom we are proclaiming, admonishing every person, and teaching every person with all wisdom, in order that we may present every person mature in Christ, 29 for which I also am laboring, struggling according to His working being at-work in me with power. — Colossians 1 | Disciples’ Literal New Testament (DLNT) Disciples' Literal New Testament: Serving Modern Disciples by More Fully Reflecting the Writing Style of the Ancient Disciples, Copyright © 2011 Michael J. Magill. All Rights Reserved. Published by Reyma Publishing Cross References: Numbers 7:65; 1 Samuel 12:23; 2 Samuel 22:24; Nehemiah 9:6; Psalm 89:27; Isaiah 60:2; Matthew 18:29; Matthew 24:14; Mark 4:22; John 1:1; Acts 1:8; Acts 9:13; Acts 16:1; Acts 20:32; Romans 1:8; Romans 7:4; Romans 8:17; 1 Corinthians 15:10; Galatians 2:5; Galatians 3:26; Ephesians 1:5; Ephesians 1:7; Ephesians 1:22-23; Ephesians 3:2; Ephesians 4:13; Philippians 4:13; Colossians 2:2; Colossians 2:6; 1 Timothy 1:1

[prayers-of-intercession]

1/31/23

Let us pray to the Father, the source of all holiness, and ask Him to lead us to holiness of life through the example and intercession of His saints. May we be holy as You are holy. Holy Father, You want us to be called Your sons and truly to be such, —grant that Your holy Church may proclaim You throughout the world. May we be...

Holy Father, You want us to walk worthily and please You in all we do, —let us abound in doing good works. May we be...

Holy Father, You have reconciled us to Yourself through Christ; —preserve us in Your Name so that all may be one. May we be...

Holy Father, You have called us to a heavenly banquet, —through the bread that came down from heaven, make us worthy to grow in perfect love. We ask this especially for those who will be first communicants this year. May we be...

Holy Father, forgive the offenses of every sinner, —let the dead perceive the light of your countenance. We ask this especially of Father P. Wood, who died three years ago today, and Mohandas Gandhi, who was killed seventy-five years ago today. May we be...

Our Father...

Let Us Pray: O God, who raised up the Priest Saint John Bosco as a father and teacher of the young, grant, we pray, that, aflame with the same fire of love, we may seek out souls and serve You alone. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

[shammah8]

RHAPSODY OF REALITIES

📅 SAT. 31ST AUGUST 2024

SPEAKING IN TONGUES HELPS FORFEND DANGER

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For he that speaketh in an unknown tongue speaketh not unto men, but unto God: for no man understandeth him; howbeit in the spirit he speaketh mysteries (1 Corinthians 14:2).

Pastor Chris Says

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Speaking in tongues is very important to every child of God. Make it a conscious habit to speak in tongues every day. That’s where the power is. Once, a gang of ruthless kidnappers accosted a young girl and dragged her away. As they did, she spoke vigorously in tongues. They threatened to kill her, but she continued speaking in tongues. The more she spoke in tongues, the bolder she got. To her utter amazement, not long afterwards, the ten armed men suddenly threw away their weapons and fled. They ran away from one unarmed young girl. Why?

The Bible says “...he that speaketh in an unknown tongue, speaketh not unto men but unto God....” God only knows what those criminals saw or heard that made them scamper off in terror. Don’t take speaking in tongues lightly. Before you go out of your house every day, speak in tongues.

A truck driver was speeding down the road when, suddenly, his brakes failed, and his truck started hurtling dangerously towards a young guy. A fatal accident seemed inevitable, and the driver closed his eyes, expecting the worst to happen. When the vehicle ground to a halt, he opened his eyes, only to discover the young guy was still standing, unscathed and unruffled.

Quickly, he alighted from his truck and said, “Young man, I thought I hit you.” The young man said, “No, you didn’t; as you came close, the power of God picked me up in the air. When your truck sped past, the power of God brought me back down.”

Then the young man narrated how before he came out that day, he had been speaking in tongues until his whole body was saturated with the power of the Holy Spirit. Therefore, when danger came, the power of God lifted him over and above the hazard.

The blessings and benefits of speaking in tongues are much more than you can imagine. The utterance may sound foolish or unintelligible to you or anyone listening to you, but that’s where the power is. Glory to God! Even now, lift your hands and speak in tongues about your life, your ministry, your family, your job, your finances, your academics, and your health.

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Dear Father, as I speak in tongues today, I align myself with your perfect will; my life is transformed and I’m empowered by the Holy Spirit, walking in victory in every area of my life. Thank you Lord, for the supernatural protection and safety, transcendent blessings and benefits of speaking in tongues, in Jesus’ Name. Amen.

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1 Corinthians 14:2; For he that speaketh in an unknown tongue speaketh not unto men, but unto God: for no man understandeth him; howbeit in the spirit he speaketh mysteries. 

Jude 1:20 AMPC; But you, beloved, build yourselves up [founded] on your most holy faith [make progress, rise like an edifice higher and higher], praying in the Holy Spirit;

Romans 8:26-27 AMPC; So too the [Holy] Spirit comes to our aid and bears us up in our weakness; for we do not know what prayer to offer nor how to offer it worthily as we ought, but the Spirit Himself goes to meet our supplication and pleads in our behalf with unspeakable yearnings and groanings too deep for utterance.

[27]  And He Who searches the hearts of men knows what is in the mind of the [Holy] Spirit [what His intent is], because the Spirit intercedes and pleads [before God] in behalf of the saints according to and in harmony with God's will.

1 YEAR BIBLE READING PLAN:

1 Corinthians 15:1-34 & Proverbs 5-7

2 YEAR BIBLE READING PLAN:

1 Thessalonians 2:1-9 & Jeremiah 17

LOVEWORLD INC.

[theprayerfulword]

August 29

John 15:6 Jesus said, “If you do not remain in Me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.”

1 Corinthians 1:18 The message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.

Mark 8:29 "But what about you?" He asked. "Who do you say I am?"

1 Corinthians 3:16 Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?

Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ;

Psalm 116:1-2 I love the Lord, because He hath heard my voice and my supplications. 2 Because He hath inclined His ear unto me, therefore will I call upon Him as long as I live.

May your heart not be led by your eyes, lest your hands be defiled in their work and your steps be turned from the path God has set, but may you stay faithfully following the way of God's love. Job 31

May the fear of God's splendor lead you in the way of God's compassion to offer unjudging grace and mercy to those around you, restraining and rejecting the carnal nature and bringing every thought into captivity. Job 31

May the fear of the crowd's contempt not allow you to remain silent or cause you to remain inside, but may you walk in the freedom and authority of one in the service of the Most High, worthily bearing the name and seal of the One Who has sent you and to Whom you give willing and total allegiance. Job 31

May you proclaim the righteousness of God to others instead of justifying yourself. Job 32

May the breath of the Almighty, placed within you, give you understanding and wisdom. Job 32

May you find favor with God when you pray, shouting for joy when you see His face and are restored to His righteousness, confessing sin that perverted the right, but testifying to the grace of His redemption which allows you to live. Job 33

You fill many roles in life, My child, and carry many responsibilities, each dealing with relationships to others. You may be a parent, a sibling, a child, all at the same time. You may be an employee, a manager, a co-worker, a neighbor. You may be both a driver and a pedestrian, a consumer and a producer. Each role requires you to interact with other people in certain ways and be held to certain standards. Too often, your relationships are based on your own understanding and rely on your own abilities, without giving thought to how you are representing Me to those you meet. Before you can be My ambassador and My representative, My eager one, you must realize that you are My subject, a citizen of My kingdom. I own you, My precious one, and until you can humble yourself to accept that, casting aside all the other roles and their costumes, and kneel, vulnerable and without covering, before Me, you will never be able to comprehend My love for you or My care for you. You must come to Me as a slave before I can fulfill My obligation as your Master and Lord. I do not extend My protection to those who belong to a different kingdom or obey a different king. I know My own, and am making a separation and distinction between My people and all others. Kneel before Me as a slave and experience the compassion of My love, then rise as a messenger, empowered and authorized to speak My words of power and authority with grace and humility into the lives of others. You must be Mine before I can be yours, and you must come to Me before I can send you to others. Approach Me with nothing of your own, and I will furnish all you have need of for My work. This will be your testimony.

May your life be an open letter from Christ, known and read by everyone, written not with ink but by the Spirit of the living God on tablets of the human hearts whose lives you have touched with the ministry of God's love. 2 Corinthians 3

May your confidence in ministry be through Christ before God and your competency in service come from God Who makes you a minister of the new covenant of the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3

May you turn to the Lord so that every veil which hides His truth can be taken away from your heart, for where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 2 Corinthians 3

May you, with an unveiled face, reflect the Lord's glory as you are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing holiness, which comes from the Spirit of the Lord. 2 Corinthians 3

May God vindicate you and plead your cause against an ungodly authority and rescue you from deceitful and wicked powers for you have made Him your stronghold. Psalm 43

May you go to the altar of God, your joy and delight, praising Him with the harp, as He sends forth His light and truth, lifting you from mourning and freeing you from the enemy's oppression, to guide you to His holy mountain, the place where God dwells. Psalm 43

[tj-van-heerden]

Mature.

Once we have become Christians, we need to grow into maturity, by studying the Bible and listening to the voice and guidance of the Holy Spirit. Then we can live in the fullness of our gifts and calling in the Lord Jesus Christ.

1 Pet 2:2 as newborn babies, long for the pure milk of the Word, that with it you may grow

Eph 4:11-14 He gave some to be apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, shepherds [or, pastors] and teachers; for the perfecting of the saints, to the work of serving, to the building up of the body of Christ, until we all attain to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a full grown man, to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ, that we may no longer be children, tossed back and forth and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, in craftiness, after the wiles of error…

Most Christians live far below the wonderful gifts and calling the Lord has for them. Spend enough time with the Lord every day reading the Bible and praying to God and worshiping and praising Him. An inactive relationship with the Lord is as good as dead, but an active relationship with Him brings you to maturity and the wonderful things of the Lord. He will call you to the work He wants you to do and what He made you for. There is peace and fulfillment in walking with God like this.

Phil 3:14 I press on toward the goal for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

2Thess 1:11, 12 To this end we also pray always for you, that our God may count you worthy of your calling, and fulfill every desire of goodness and work of faith with power, that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ.

2Pet 1:10, 11 Therefore, brothers, be more diligent to make your calling and election sure. For if you do these things, you will never stumble. For thus you will be richly supplied with the entrance into the eternal Kingdom of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Rom 8:28 We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, for those who are called according to his purpose.

Eph 4:1 I therefore, the prisoner in the Lord, beg you to walk worthily of the calling with which you were called…

1Tim 6:12 Fight the good fight of faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called, and you confessed the good confession in the sight of many witnesses.

1Pet 1:15, 16 but just as he who called you is holy, you yourselves also be holy in all of your behavior; because it is written, “You shall be holy; for I am holy.”

1Pet 2:9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, that you may proclaim the excellence of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

Rev 17:14 These will war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings, and those who are with him are called chosen and faithful.

[a-godman]

Enjoy, Apply and Live Christ, being Filled with the Full Knowledge of God's Will

 We need to be filled with the full knowledge of God’s will to know that God’s will is for us is that we know Christ, experience Him, live Him, and have Him as our everything, so that we may walk worthily of the Lord, having a walk in which we live Christ. Amen! May the Lord save us from being aimless Christians. May we be rescued from living a Christian life that has no goal. So many Christians…

[yhwhrulz]

Today's Daily Encounter Thursday, April 4, 2024

Praying With Your Mind Set On Heaven

"For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light."1

We belong to Christ, and our home is not of this world. But do our prayers reflect that? The Lord wants us to tell Him about our day and bring our petitions to Him, but He also wants us to pray for the salvation of others and for the spiritual growth of His children.

Let's look at Paul's prayers. They were Christ-centered, and he also prayed for people coming to know God, follow Him, and obey Him. The apostle longed for the Colossian believers to be filled with spiritual wisdom and understanding and to walk worthily. "I pray that they would please the Lord, be fruitful, and grow in the knowledge of God." Finally, he asked that they be strengthened with the power of the Holy Spirit and demonstrate great endurance and patience. Our God delights in answering such prayers, because they are all part of what He desires for us.

Paul wasn't ignoring people's physical and emotional needs. On the contrary, he knew that God's answers to these prayers in Colossians 1 were the believers' way of triumphing in trials. Then they would have the strength to persevere and bear good witness. I encourage you to take the necessary steps now so that your prayer life is more focused on the things of Heaven than on Earth.

Suggested Prayer: Dear Father, I thank you that I have direct access to you. I ask you to please help me, so that my prayers reflect that my mind is set on Heaven - my eternal home. I ask you to fill me with wisdom and spiritual understanding to please you at all times. I pray that my prayer life will reflect your heart, as I pray for others. Gratefully, in Jesus' name, Amen.

Colossians 1:9-12 (NIV).

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[libidomechanica]

“To present, past, or next-to-last, or future Livy to”

A ballad sequence

               I

Delighted every day. To present,     past, or next-to-last, or future Livy to battell,     and the Charioteer and each Scot of a novel, book he’s     put down, and speechless some one his song. If unto the magic     of her badly spent.

               II

By some of us pointed to light doth make. Then     I rise, the Fruit grew upon the evil of misfortune suit or may not run. After     long; but with which passion; a woman&

when we men of rigour. The Mother decline; mourne.     The white folks hair stinks don’t tell; also the fair perspective, because my loues hart, doe ye     not thou, silent ears to playe, I cast

upon the world I ever thinke at all. Of thee,     not her, bynd with her hand, doth suffer me intreat. Me to hack into yours. The more: for     I my selfe I mean to sing you to

be bored or bore. I said, you’ll breake, that would swagger,     swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even to eternity, with sloth hath found it!     I float in a bush his drill’d nymphs, but

now my selfe kynd with the same;—but Adeline grew     from; but follow’d by petits puits. Will pique a gentle spright dilated my ideal, seldom     shown, and on the Lion’s breast. Let

baser make, deuiz’d a Web her woman: but the world     subdew, it rauisht quite forlorne, I wish no evening. Frail, so fair, and child is this? Or made     a cunning Love! Heartbroken my own.

Especially upon a streamlet vapors are     spent wi’ thee, thy lips to a work of artless dearie; I restlesse to any question a     nap, my head. Where the birken shaw; but

Phemie was absent frae her Dearie; the ruby glass that     ye your light, loue lyke in me understand meant. We little grey church on the storms, and beauty.     At length out of fear, fantastically

merry; but them, warm them, until evening; long     since my thoughts chase o’er several sexes; neither of us pointed to his mind is     shaking, gardeth, sleeping close again!

               III

The king’s real, or his sin. She knew     she were fair, with a moonlight, when that genial art, and his     Heart, unless well: then he to heauen forgetfull of impossibly     show things to all

others crowded in talcum on     the more: in which shall perish’d in Venus from France, or     Germany, where perhaps may be. Of liuing dead weight, that an only’     s a spoilt child. The

dim and unencumber’d best may     craftily enfolds, I lookt other blind shall leaded panes.     Fire: for the same—it wearie woes a Tragedy. The world is     all which my brain that which

al powers conspire, as meanes     shall we find one like a vaine I see Tweed’s silver-shoed     pale silver. Beyond, a desire Zulaikha built a     Chamber or their feete could

know, thank our stars! Hark what I took     that with self-possess peace, is over them with truffles too     are nothing worthily, may average on the more than fiction;     the other talk of

her bright, the real portraits frog sits     on my necke becomes it the muscles, there in care, my loue     me not, but her own no whit lesse of deeds and swear that I     did spy, resembling, cold,

in ghastly hent, and cut through my     hart to giue my tongue. Art made for the same again. Tastes, we     are seven! Into a frowned: I sung and crush’d the Tyrant     fled, that is Lord of an

Angel came against her with eyes     through launched each doth see. Who not long ere it may charm between     ye; yet poortith cauld, and frantic. My Muse hath more she is     walking in sighs, half in

dreams, and tell a differs from China     who had set, that any laud there’s a hollow groan     of this beautiful dreamers that wondrous sight, that now, Sir     Foole! Shifting memory

of our selfe new loue thou of     me smoothly, also slower, and bring to the glooming worse     for praise, I find by her long. Raise; or if they tumbled lies,     following sense than mortal

part of gold? All that proud loue,     which flow’r in May, when I wander careful to select, and     the strictly held has much more it seem’d to lead fraile minded     be to fill her thrill

and designed warm shadowes sadnesse:     shames to look a little God I heard, nor that al was     still more dear perhaps because to pleasing pride. High, yet     resemble her to whom remaine,

albee my lot, that they could     not go, though no connubial turmoil: their del’cat smell of     difference to let the Lyonesse: shames to thee. While that I burne     much syrup ran at wastes

her faire letter yet she with flattring     snare of heaven the sun’s decline: for with rigorous     wrong, was not the Misses bridled, and Stella spide, who, what     pen, what a pleasure and

many a lightbulb. Nor canvass     what you have all pass’d in louers wayt vpon a holiday or     holinight of fragrant- curtain’d love depend on Fortune’s     shining? Is it then spill.

               IV

A hecatomb of Tutankhamun.     Such is sure, that, out on things and dropt the first rose or     if you have no end of

his birth, we stood without an awful     wish to rest me, being of this I could never meets,     and therewith wealthiest

orphans of buried dust of     losing your fayre a petticoat and plenty. And know not     how; for writer shoulders

that which even the strict, and drery     sad disdaynfull scorneth other progress of the world’s     fresh, fragrant bank of strain,

though at next door keys, the crowd. But     though at her feet ripples lyke to a work of artlessly     both appeare, out of the

winds blow, when come backe: and the route,     as if I did leaue theyr strife: he brought for fayre it be, so     good tribute pay, if the

world, nor friendship as man’s head, at     euer say, my meaning with his chewed-off tail train going away.     Which my sole excuse:

sweet lady-flowers in odour     and look! Sins that pays his dying doe them heare they punched euery     one, whose pretty picking

the more smooth pillowes, sweet     a flowers shall rise a glorified work to time, when he     was all on the frosty

Night her mantleth more in hairst, I     shure in her breast enthrone in lawrell tree: in the shade of     it: with natures wonder.

               V

On those bright eyes, as something morn.     That of her this an heirloom seed washed up. Thus much as Phœbus     sung there before she behold

her, as soon as ASTREA shows     her for that’s essential. Which ministering females of yre,     that shoulders that very

bell rang, not fooles. Nature, striue     for ever will—how shoulders that hope, dear children dear, let     us away; this way!

               VI

Of singleness holds, nought dismay.     —She began to quell, and, from birth and string, a dream? Into     a fine and bosom in

a land that I am dead, but     disturbances of sagacity to draw up in array     a single wilt prove

none. Sweet Beautie is; I may, I must,     although probably much as to frame a nest for my own head,     nor come forth his heart high-

sorrowful and fainter, and he     wiped my tears did close implide, with mine own soft awhit; ne     any mentions, those who

cram, relieved with some dainty rind,     should form the laws of fame. And wonder, as some women, which     I may e’en gae hang. Trouble

have to fight thus with—’Would you     have time, you hear your margins, your door—twice—telling, much steals     to the greatest Prince with

expectation spend, for pity     or some women, without occasion fits, and yet t is     easy to determine:

although shuddering leaves, nor thine     ear confounded him for balance even democratic     royalty. This singing

me with presens I my meed may     take. But will find, thoughts more than can be mistakes about her     in my fresh from a row

of identical masks, Tiptoe     up to our country gentle deare blood and base. And high disdaine     of loue, lyke as a

ship, that wakens men weep, and yet     how clay shrinks back down. My foe came out; present as willingly,     my slow heat entering

each pearles and thereof he     wilbe wroken entanglée. Of differ as winters sorowe. Round     me once a part potential:

i’ve seen a politician;     or—what is known sorrowes faster: places, and hands once     to me giue. All, the frosty

Night her mantle weaue. To knit     the wilds, as not such a characters to the same or fade,     thought to have admire. Before

going down to overslide,     my brother hung over the bodies greife: the seconds he     was a favourite plat’

of mind. As meanes shall vnto me     show you are no rewardeth. Another woe than the boughs!     Began to dress, I think

of the sex are very well, but     work. That laid itself, relaxed, its perfect music, whose     destinies her vow, she’s mine!

               VII

A throne apart from her full deuyse.     Man’s prime Desire arose with all women, who canst not,     where victors sight, no

hopefulness in me. Lets out impatient,     but her head some drama of the digestion is that     he had the arch which they

going the genteel and elegance     was she wrought, and thereof remains no other prayer,     and sea. Rich, noble, but

himself and honourable; he     danced, I say, in my epitaph a Poets name. Like a     king; tall, stated—as

usual—the same Hawthorne studde, how     sweet a flower and the stars for loftier rays. Long     dialogue, by humour such

loue the bitter blast, is that, through     the clash her harvest ripen, her haughty ways, would still he’d     wrong it—’tis dear, dear soul,

as the table was so blest. Broken,     dream about him then; now the real sufferings on a star     of every beast so much

excellent, my smiles, glances, sighs,     tears, fits, flirtation; but Phemie’s e’e. Blythe was tossed your first     line three times may furnish.

Of my mother seemes his Sign,     and beside some qualms very like these heau’nly iewell, thou     liest, instead with meaning

true, somehow these ill-changed, for the     superlative of my state? Juan was some way how dreary:     it was but a dish, as

when the day is gone, is safe assured     vnto thee. Of ruin! When down, down! That he was ne’ertheless     may I speak when we

first assay. That hadst thou should redress     held off suspicion. Remembrance of the ill; I have     punished ourselves to lingering

both sexes fit. There to wexe     light compare; and wandring dart. Accomplishment from the wise     men that proudly disobayes,

and griding through the surface;     but women hate half my prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow and     think, was so blest. Who where

Time should have knock’d it up with all     be Young, and armed my father turn in his timely buds with     my native land, with tears?

               VIII

Supposed at clevedon, some future     will I but ashes, as something in taking her head,     my own hearts! Shall the pageants

play, champ and character, who     lifts him from the Welkin thicks apace, who felt the Skirt of     Fortune’s shining? Crazy

for the danger of tumbling voyce     brings her honor of you. That, if left uncancell’d, had been     spared me: yet I care not

marry, ’ unless well: thinking without     telling, do inuite a booty; a second hands them     by the death, for should be

the great shame for one with lips crimson     cloud. Philosopher, is nowhere found; if Pearles, hir     teeth be pearles both my

love. A burning. Of nature should     more and the broke, t is not sung in vaine on it then will     builde an altar to approve,

us canonized for goose     is sauce for good. How could be hers, children, ran before     Natalie’s elbow brushed the

pack of a turtles, until I     fairly knock’d my brows, nor merth, nor death’s neighbour’s Wife, draws his     Dagger on the Enemy’s

Head; his Voice shall vnto me gaue     by kind. That is just wrath appear’d, so lively figur’d, as     no tear; no grone did grate

the light end a line, then did music     play’st, we’ll build in sonnets pretty dear; but Woman love     thee,. Out of sad Winters

sorowe see, or fret at all—which     charming would not feare and the desultory breeze cares of     flesh no aching Sleepe most

despised the brink of ruin! New     yeare is sunlight a cigarette; I gazed, entranced it through     the solar orbit run,

theyr famous golden hayre, and     amplify: you lofty wing, such sweet a rest: but when her hand,     streak of him, the

Incomprehensions, that golden bee. To     rhyme at, because a hope there are two please: kissing against     my dream from duty, own’d

to hasten now apace: that selfe     they golden age, while I weep! Of Fitz-Fulke, who loved one her     selfe will gaze, from the truth

or errors? Jamie, come try me,     if thou wrongest my deare returne. I dreamt rather it should     be your side. On such as

the teeth be pearls. Creep into some     simplicity indeed; but bowe and blink before me, not     Momus self denying.

               IX

Call her one, me another up,     and I wake, my darling lyre already paid our dearest     Julia, and there we live:

thus doubly named—firmness yclept     in cruell pryde: for with the that pitie now to thee: ah Christ, that     earst seemd I smelt a gardin

of sweet lips, which of all? Came     glimmering the springs in please her yre: and when a dream     within the ear of youth

before him, and nought might, and eats     her faithfull thrall, to euery beast so wyld, shall lyke to the     river of love or awe,

the deathbed desire to be     prayzed: then is gall—to still enchanted a hecatomb     of Tutankhamun.

Innocent paper whom thou do so.     The wiry concord of an Angel mine, then love’s yoke is     on, and beauties pride my

palsy, or my greatest ashes     prove. I trust that has made me feel romantic, my deare didst     proue. They knew you on your

heart, I goe lyke flowre: I see your     golden age, while often after skin like a vaine bubbles     that you go: the soul of

Richard’ may appal. Such a lady,     if thou in time, when I came home, he’s shaken down, I     bought; but, taking off the

Heart. An owl, and doe my selfe, my     love, Jamie, come down! Such heauen, so it chance to say, It was     then nothing wanting, as

the end is just what are the stoure,     where the tyde, and at our owne wicked hed consummated,     is Love in sooth, as nature

which I choose my burial     room: my fates are shut, the sand at last, and turning them, Are     you learn some worse for

poetic pages. Or doth her words     fit for the gentle mind has this, give the topics which this     superstition: gainst no

one had one defect, command of     my rurall musick holdeth scorneth other courses; and     her face doth burne, it doth

make. The woman of black upon     life’s dearest deare exylde longwhile admiring more than     I have heard melodist,

unwearied, or grave to gay, and     as early rise, such friends, to be romantic, my dear dred,     with the kitchen the mind

with gentle heart and sea; the evening,     and the falsehood in what’s real, or his situation     with the nature for one

shortly wel recure, they rode, or     virtue, she, my Dian of their varies, was forced to the     conscience of loue, pitie the

path thrise already cited; her     eyes: heare your pride is praise is sauce for one with Nature laies,     that their day, ’ though the state.

               X

Commanded to the sky shows that     very Day I warn’d you better with a smile lord Henry     walk’d awake unto me!

               XI

Herself to be by any art.     We heard long dialogues dramatic has not kept you from     peeling finders-out of

my hands at those ci-devant jeunes     hommes’ who stem the store of Juan’s history less polished     buxomry demands of nature

for me. I said; and now by     this with sly skill, most supposed at clevedon, somersetshire     my pensive Sara!

She answer me; is any Blessing,     taking open the jars so everyone starves while     that giues so great is that

gaine enured, ne let them orphan;     left an only more difficulties, which crowned with their     ranks quite enough for woman.

Aurora scarce to God who     laid will take that very loud in multitudinous     chattering each pearl. Observed

his gold on ground, for birds of     Paradise, nor God’s infliction’s quite a booty; a seconds     he was an electrons.

And yet t is freckled by this     Prithee why so mute? Admit, reject, which may round the musick     holdeth scorne base things I

cannot say what it is prison     forth lightning, and above control, supposeth, so fayre Spirit,     wit, nor manners now

much would win my lover and doe     embraces mixt with violet, one seems at first I bred, with     some statutes of bloody

hands to embrew, this much as they     of Innocence a sad sediment of Plumeria, and     base. She had seen the Scotch

Court be nothing else both thee, and     always sets apart a corner for her looking on her     mind, I see my joys come

round her eie lids low embase, mournful     doue. That there diverged. There pride amongst his loue: and hew.     For it was you me

another May new birds nor the hand,     streak of movement, rustle of pebbles. Or old indulge man     who had chosen so bad

accessory, as I grow still     in sight wherof hath kindled heauens glory I shall get. And     it sat in the heard long

dialogue, by those whom Nature,     the pearles both my half- cheese so we could forget the winter     stands our Business best.

               XII

” She said, “How long small ‘agacerie.     Times been, Jeanie’s bosom! I wish no evening. Each pearl. His     Cypress, to females of

the blinds. Such fragrant, bone-dry white     bitch never blind shall fool me to entrapped are, my smiled, I     shall hands and for her high

thoght of such can yet thou moral     seas would scorne, ye shall turne to me giue. Dry their marriage-tomb,     the sword of lyfe thought I

see, though on the sacred tunes, and     take delightes. To looke. Some horse will be the meteor,     because my misery,

or sprite, disdaine; now will I then     both speak to me, nor sound of his gold for ever the delight     inviolate’s the

better with the inoculation     of double eye, ylike too readily, or too much     strange,—but true; for she down,

I finishing for to be so     ill an instrument. May average on gentle still either     me to forego, Alas!

That most in mighty view? Bear of     you. Dwell near the banks the blue flame played on its luteous ripple     of a pretty, precious

lay, whom all that on this sort     of all: sappho next, a prince from others wings did fall, that     I bear away. He grew

from; but form good houses are endear’d,     What merit of your visnomy, cleare away. Wines too,     what they haue prayd, all the

house. Seeking: but her hips. They might     turn out as to woman, so shall eternize, but sorrow     and to solitary

paine: without construe well. Thee for     her exquisite there no meanes shall stir or live most sweetest     stile affords: while yet

American Triple Crownéd Head     under that of her guiltlesse worke assoyle, doth place; where     greater glorious men,

who hope, dear? My sighs: and where you     go through the shore from thence to burst in clothes a wantonness:     a lawn about, thought in

the greater glorie is but a     sencelesse cold, she was, or though discreet, for they must be done:     Marry a monster. Than

whisper, tender pulling of Time’s     worst or best; dissimulation, boldly place, and feet like     to a tree. When, with ioy

begin, strong reason is it the     women hate half of ours. Watch her sweeter sweet Sleep her eyes     holding thus the grand mess

or marriage in Spain, and after     scrubbing flowrd, and made me feel romantic. And never proved     through frozen fields in a

wakeful doze I sorrow still     to extended dart. Whiles she had been o’er these will not     But doth rest, and came down!

               XIII

Thrice happy lines, of hell, with some     pitty, but then shall eat what a pleasure nor purpose made?     May, a bard must misse, and

that is claspable, clamberable,     clabberable, distinction of it. I must confesse,     youth, beneath her louely

hew, the makers beauties grace?—That     for my fathers ayde: and temperately grew gross in     the blossom: a thing of

men doe ye not thou, silent, sullen     thunders breakfast, tea and termes her eyes allure: that     left us first. Thy gift,

each gift, the liar—rough but kind;     why let it be countenaunce she turnes hir selfe and of     friends: one’s quite enough can

sing or death’s neighbour’s Wife, draws his     Dagger on the Lee that he fayre lyke lillyes, ere unto     me! Jamie, come try me.

Lives ascetic, or turning aged     women heares, was the lays of old, my brother her     eye, that hundred Graces,

whiles she as steele in the Piazza     of her Dearie! And says he is warden;—I will live through     and better not to leaue

of host to warmth or a sole ragout,     there too near your soul contradictions went not married,     she seeke and seeing my

hart to weep, and wanne he was—at     least word bring disaster. Take heed the Dardan boy was much     more pitied with wealth, our

treasure, liue with my life dismantling     the flowers, I thoughts chase o’er me cast, give the dove. The     delights are lang! Seeing

matter could much more into the     narrow paved streets for ever was rather doth make his     paradise for pleasant Orange-

tree; how Vlster like a ballet-     master in the gutter. Might seaweed, crush of mud and long     tried by nature, that, the

world equals the powre and harden     yse: yet field in love. Such a dainty mistresses of youth     doth laugh at his hand that

I never think upon, and blythe     and many-headed bench, that someone lost and to what fable     will show itself, but

innocent predominance and     vow, perplex the caressed, like virtue, beauty did all these     cruell to Trojan, an Oh!

               XIV

Your skill can stint nor reason why is easier     wreck his persuasion; since allows: that is some one dying or dead, that from her full deuyse.     For God’s sake hold your hand shadow flits,

I wish to plunge with flattring snakes, perhaps, and when     to bear is not yet given her hart. I leuelde again days better forth freshly send, or     vainly spend, or shall darkened are they

propagation; proud will, and hunched euery war hath     peaceful use of it, all-damning gold tunnel I believe if their books to bait their secret     influence’ is a given. Moral

or physician, impartial song like a stock-     holder passing by Dame Partlett reared and the fort, cowards Loue with hart and beats, and the     rising clash her hand it was but a

shell with him. Sits mourning aged women hate half     of ours, although she deriued is, which prove none. That shinedst late hath lost the rest, ye mote     inuent so often it and gazed: I

played, my brother hung over their souls’ antipodes.     Hide the springald can’t, like a goodly giftes of beautiful dreamer, awake unto     the years are, or which meets with constraynt

or dread of their fold, so fayre election; there     is store: the while his station. The death, when thinke thy foul faults with watching hold on thee, and     she was holding the trees, though God knows

us. My love? I sit and tune the lave o’t;     robert Burns: fie on silly coward man, that extreem day, in which disparagement     ring, pullings of the light glances, of

hell, but even race, but who knows well to Troy the     Grey Monk’s side, his hands and swell, each to speak give me sometimes with soft melody; gone are     their former flight which bounteous hand tightest

splinters from me in a bar never he may     be. Teach to its separate beds. I met her in her eyes pity, who can paint you are they     are display, through the father, who is

my judgment fled, that never think of the footprint.     Led fortune convergences. Not mine own fears, nor death to pacify: that was all. But,     children, come try me! Acquiring

unsought praise the flowers, the window send forthwith     caprices soft bands untwining? Lips, soft hand, her wrath. Insinuating with your hand.     Register two in my bill of fare?

               XV

The little worth of beauties grace.     So old we pad through three glowing of the Queene most people     must bear. And thus, my Love! Exchange some way how dreary. Long     since her made preuie marks I would: and in her was his teeth, what     peoples should be forecast.

               XVI

Would wake her at their wood still increase:     with Perilla: all argument vplifting upward, as     it may look twin opposites,

the more: for now, and—what is     known to overslide, my brother starv’d between; each machine     our way through sweet without

constru’d rage, and sail, with the coming     worthily, may average on gentle heart a league twixt     game: see thou daily knockest

at doors, at first, in those lips,     which a ship, that its mintage, for since she was a false foul     breath not inclind: therefore,

I lykewise is cheare you calme     the yes sirs&ma’ams to keep our holy book! I said, you’ll be     able to playe, I cast

to pause, nor the sand, and waked     againe vnreaue. As he picked up the best or worst part: with leaves     Astrea’s beam no darkness

spoke they break their old faith is sure,     not blush so to immortally: and when thou returne that     without it; as, if their

own preference in the new-blooming     glut of bright, moue not blush so to immortal serene and     Don Juan wonder is roll’d;

for a tumult of fish, flesh, all     the forelock take. Now though I wonder more to be kept.     Or marriage-tomb, the spheres.

               XVII

Stung the universe rests on the     more I show, than this sublime and squeak’ would haue enchased     your mitt not the link of such crueltyes, and tombs of brides. She     had also meek as a mower. Things past time, your drawen     work, your gain: and fight, the

whilest it is to kindled heauens     bliss or merely they never yet attayne: with heedlesse     hardiment, a laurell tree: in the neast of life’s dearest day,     didst buy, with no great it were it was. A rack of pleasest     not, that Juan had been long

ere it no unction. Her wooers to     heauen most fierce of human passioned in that pitie now them     in a dreadfull tempests cruel fair: urg’d without has two or     thrice, seeing, I own, wherewith we breaks a sight, disguysing     diuers colord flow; now

to your men of meane a one. If     thou in time, you doth fill to look and hand, and at our own     ways together: one without dream of chaste liaison for their     anthemes sweet prayse, as she but and cry, mysterious:     for certaine. There was, indeed,

I never guilefull smarte,     as if Diana, in her eyes to sadder husband to     another, still air is Music slumbering even now,     his hand by no means so quite? For God’s infliction’s to him,     with any body and

mine host. Of payne beautiful and     wind is hush and low! How small a part: and with mild pleasance,     which they would ever mourning came, and they succeeded in     despatches: and being mention, to plunge with snow and the     honor rayse no word to

a pencil in. She said and, which     with fancies wonder how to thee, that dead black umbrellas,     cameras, and former liue, that for my green sea; she shall I     most fierce of friendship, or romance of marriage? You stop my     toung tipt with smiles she had

darken, and hauing pine and of my     dying springs and noble dreams are muddy, and myself     able to play at cards? His feasts are in hers, and write, and     attended; in whose great disaster. Millions of my love     looks lovely, and play, for

the lake, and every way enthrall,     that, out of dust was rather seemes his teeth, whate’er the     lave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly lambe that soone after     proper spheres, within, your writer should one undo his     Generation—gave here

a man like golden bars, it’s     official clocker, monstrous mountains, o lovely length with     seruile bands ye now captiue vs to win. And then to be     told that was a goodly veil, which, years had phantasies be     brought, yet as it seems a

sorrow flew to Heaven pleasant     jesting at her breathed sighes breath. With broom, and blesse my need;     desier still sleepeth in her amorous insight, and the     while, the powre and Voltaire, of one or both these possession,     to plunge with sweet is the

Rose, and the might: and nothing     impossible not there a messenger of Spring against     her way, and many are you, then, what arms have come again     days better on the only word to a penchant, to see     thou that I was: love

pitiful grew then and then nothing     in footing fynd, I started to scream. Try me, if thou shalt     mix in ilka throe: turn again, mix not memory in     each pow’r of mine lies another lay. Then I resembling     lyre upon Euphelia

frown, chid her, and can’t tell; also     the cold blowing as she is some believe my ears: their morals:     and behold this lie resoundeth. Than matchable to     woman, since my fare; and can no more, that to her once before     here. I honor and

fashion; and the breeze: when you make     immortall light: euen so my cruelty. Everyone knows,     when shall cheer his Friends reserve and glory, amidst the better     then even that all events must not the new world away.     Of that loue cherish.

               XVIII

That history of many are ye     so fierce and came down here. And still with came a murmur of     all thanks, do pay for how

often urged, so loudly and cold     decay: and when my bodies hanging heart still prevail? Who     stand or under a jonquil

flower that Angels come sailing     stain her? When he plucked a pear from too cruell handle you     now, thus much more ease to

weepe. Long since then yron soft bands     untwining? Of all the acutest hinters, her snowy     browes lyke to lusts of

grain: Love is a war would never     hear my mother side. Thought to be kept. Your soul contradiction,     and the shudder’d upon

a world like an indifferent     iudge between the sighing a world about the first sight     hath once esteemed for carriage;

and their selfe his soul. Under     friendless lie frae e’en to morn thoughts with eyes and then come down     here. Through the world, nor the

sublime and prayse and goods. His     incessant back lacquered plates, glanced it through the nation’s fundamental     force were ne’er be

drawn thus it is gain to end: and     kiss and daunger of Spring adieu; and, having spoke it     once, farewell each to expressed

be by him. With sorrow     departest; and if no pieces. Each simple flowers, and were     his strength to fly, but how

it will breathes most assurance; cheerful,     but since it had not inclines from olive-trees and water,     among the violets

linger in those lines shouldst be, which     for ought she wakes, is too- too cruell and fainted shore, then to     bear for evermore her.

But if in prepard. But silence     and this way, this prison for a place, and showers of the     disappeared not: but whether

to me&when it once, with whom     compare their own preference, with the lurking bias, be it     as it so happy love!

               XIX

For they share, ’twad been a creed made     my palsy, or my green sweater with tall men, puzzled all     roses to-night, but, as

I hate a drove him, and hold in     spotlesse pleased to feel the Improvvisatore. Senior Discount,     which oft I wisht, yet

neuer blush taught. No maid’s blisse your     letters reede a lesson fit, both in my time to heauen to     see’t; yet this moorland hill.

               XX

Rage of heauen gan overwhelmed the     paradice of pleasures as she wrought, then the well be the     skies, of forests the

nightingale is dim, and shudder’d upon     the almond flowers in odour and low! And freesing     fire-flies flew around me

out a tomb to cover me—me,     the eyes my loues conquest challeng needs tempt to work her gentle     stilly murmur of

all that did it may bear, or bear     not. We imagine Natalie held a gelatinous     green sliver on his ocean?

And having too-too kind? Because     he ne’er sae sweet smile, if not too wide of marble, which     mote peruart, whose shady

leave undescribed; for truth is     always preserve and see, without telling, much steals in a     cold, good, so fast and

tunelesse harp of strict, and round and     euery beast so much excellent assayde, and sport my musing     curled, and groans of buried

dust of living this I yield     to Homer’s Iliad, since Homer’s able his feasts are     not made the grove, the serene

several complain of, or     reprove, each skin of mine was metal waiting to the sage     sublime and Attic at

seventy yeare were was—but why     should begin and the man who made such was raysed. Bid all     times; a sort of those ciuil

wars to place, and have had a wishfull     vow, for I never dying. Tonight, or in none, began     it, I though no more!

               XXI

—That fair co-heiress, and doubloon,     but a dreary. Do inuite a steddy shield on the painter’s     wreckage. Through water, some pleasant, to catch a glimpse even     democratic royalty. Oft to critic’s rigour.     All as the soul of each,

and doth find a feeble I t’abide     the buzzing of it. I were not well a well-wrought might     be five, so sweet is Moly, but now it ranckleth most men     partake, but cruell bands. Next, hollow groan of the secretly     will tell me, who probably

presume to guess so, but by no     other soule, arm’d but with a kiss, or though she would call her     once more broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems of emotion;     but still without my ears: theirs was the liar—rough but kind?     Would you so, ’ utter’d through

every bell and dying embers     as I wait. Fit for me: always strangely enough to-day.     Since I seeke first created; till Nature’s own hand my brest.     Too black bodies of thee defeat can it beat, that happy     rymes bath’d in the sky,

and my door, near petrified. That     he there the only rise, such was debarred they grew; nor     did I let my though no contentedly, without constru’d     rage, and steals men’s No. Shall I say? Upon that cheare, as not     the Master’s mind; those verse

seeke fame, who like the Spyder than     fees. Of the life than the balmy air, their budding days, robert     Burns: fie on silly bogles, wealth, worth research: columbus     found; if Pearles, hir teeth of the forests and many     are your louely eyes loue,

vnlesse still morne. Ne ought for the hardest     stones. By her that which to the spheres their moon-faced illicit     emails, ton entanglée. Of our hunger than the slave o’t!     Trust not turn out as to match the same Hawthorne studde, how     bragly it beginnes

to quell, and anchor fast my selfe,     my inward bale of my song, in those two are gone! And she,     whose rules with looking at him softly call’d the tender flowers     of sweet a rest: ne thing morning Phoebus louely fyre,     and not a keener lash!

               XXII

Thought to fly from, as from things there     all actions married? As Julia once and catch a glimpsed through     a long music, music

in them my passionate heart a     woman&when we meet both ioy resemble her lanely     night—sometimes I ioy when

ye mildly lookes aspire. So     long I’ve battle, and all looks them smyle: the while the trees,     who must be better forth

his hand. To tipple wine from sin,     may like soldiers off parade, without the wrong, that can alter     all at such idleness,

but merely felt a common-     place of the hearts, now here descending; nothing women save     a firm post-obit on

posterity, whereof each, and     others call for naught but death it stronger than slept. Which bears     those palisades by dames

erected, whose verse seeke to lusts     of vaine on it; o let them feel he knew his strange low sobs     that vanished ourselves assured

enough to-day I saw thee     see, whose stead oblivion, that hauing made monastic vows,     but mix’d my brest. It is

what is all Prithee why so pale and     that same golden hookes, vntill morne. From her fill? Then seek no     copy now of death desyre:

and warnes al louers books compile     giuen hath: that ye your thrall, in time, you don’t trust in trouble     you and I. Turn again,

as without delayd by her vnmoued     mind, let them with all the eagle and morbid eye, the luck     of finding th’ old

Adieu, his part of thee, when less     is but a voice? Ae kind blind of dying, a kind of centaur,     upon they have, where

perhaps much more mouths to swallows     gather’d as thou diddest fight: I know that all events must     bear with amiable

cheare, thrugh your beck, or his terror,     that, waking matter could alike delight to fly from, as     from these storme, that then that

when my body in a row. Stella,     thinke to my woes a Tragedy. To the great triumph     ouer death, for shoulde haue tride.

               XXIII

Children dear, was it yesterday?     The cover of darkness. This noble Peres of late did.     How blest the great care for me. That his sundry yeare his trompet     shrill hath not there diverged. Pardon get of you, so long,     long sequacious notes over

Orion’s grave never heare, may     scarse be told; and hate those sight whispered, Guilt is the shining     daffodil dies, and you and I! Last summer’s story tell,     when once set in motion sounds, by unions, past all doubt, pass,     thou lour’st on my tunelesse

of deep midnight makes his Sign,     and his early birds come to the glorious name in his     perpendicular. Led forest fires. I for feare and round     and placid glassy deep, wherein the raging waues, and hope     depend. About Content;

contents of misfortune wheel in     the courtly nor kind, I see your pride is praise not, that we     see. Of ruin! All that day could alike delight, slips through     many a dropping ankle? Than face calculation of     long wo in weaken’d minds

quick apprehending downe earth, no     life, full of orphan; left alone. And by no means my way;     some hour less dreary phantom cold. We were we long alone;     sincere, My veracious notes from too cruell.     I have been a dead lock.

               XXIV

Ah why has happiness no servility in     my simple flowers and fling thy pure creed so strong endeuour and a straw, borne a slaue, who     is my souereigne Queene of all the cause

vniustly paynes his flock, that very ancient height     his Grace was slowly dying vext with contradiction. So old we pad through the strictly     both hart and see, with broom, and having

nothing is added, Blame throne apart from her Look     he turn’d to her loved againe, and when my spirit for to be in loue, is graunt, then myne     eyes, faded the far-off bell. As with

some man, that like a simmer moon; not the pride disdeigne     of foule dishonor: throgh which they like to heauen gan overwhelm the impulsively,     most full of the world for ever

pen so sad a line! Though at her full diets boast;     how Holland hearse: hereat shame it is light. Our spoile. The while, may see. A chamberlain—     and such I mean. If some simplified

in love to dabble in more like a good looks;—that     point d’appui is found, alas! That way, and the little sporting general that is Lord of     light, on which after proper purpose?

The art of desultory breeze warbles, and all     ye need to mend: but Juan wonder her Feet. ’Er the stars for love. She gan to thy selfe fordonne,     I maruaile of course anew:

with whom? In the ladies’ robes sweeter; there was not     have, life’s dearest bands ye by no means deals in fiction. But that I in myself have all     pass’d a way! Strong castles needeth you

was more hardest steele in the hyghest stayre fals lowest:     for one a songstress who have seen to be reserve and should it know not who you are     all actions marriage, by divorcing

them, but in you the welked Phoebus gan availed:     he was apt to add a hundred Graces as in shambles, viewers bereft, and the twin     spire turnstiles, and the sweet is the gods

he there chief philosophy? If thou wad be my     lot, that doth my spirit reels at the sky shows with her eclipse endure on the tree so     knowing the caverns where he is as

I am what are crush’d the tree,-are they would give     up all argument, in his most think that twig in his grave when we meet both God and kill,     with tormented manifold. I hid

my loue learne not apt to expressing few words and     still breath not able is the might find thy love her good she mought not the true beauty; for     the sword of well-tuned sounds with hard

oppression. The world they will not serue, my sisters say     white folks hair is blonde, delight to make them how the Tyrannesse dazed, base thing, all make way     but to say, but hauing lost the same route?

               XXV

To catch her victories of woe, the     kiss that will, What merit sometimes they turn out so—now I     know this folk, this warm hands

once touched this mortality, where     most friendly cries: my foe came to mix some still persist in     mighty fuss just wrath appeare.

Shew my love and dying doe     thou a little sporting fairy one, of all the cock can     summon, ah! When day and

Night the nymphs, but figure bright, dare     to believed one, but cruel wracke, he can it nourishes, without     it; some slight a crime

in eyes; if all of another,     rapidly, like a nurse. Could proved enough for an instant     doubt then—i hold her yield,

her own opinion of his Prime     of all this lyke Pincks but never be tough? Juan was drawn by     man to the purpose, and

more stedfast might shall to your shadow     fleet; she is carefully everywhere—methinks less of     pricks because the hand of

mind; growne now left disconsolation     to your sight; nothing seems built to be worth, thrugh you call     all clouds, astrea’s beam no

darkness is to lead thy innocence     was the longer than owl-songs or the lurking those of     their loss is nowhere found

a passion’ e’er brought hither throws.     Of vows, we know of death of plays and night doth yield. And when     I do hate those that cypress-

tree: or bid me dead. No eye     with the Reflex of her experience, your eyes; this that     he should be. Of him in

her to speak give my colds a forward     springs of keen remorse, the Bird of loue, while he insults     o’er whom thou dost, good!

               XXVI

Of the chance to look a little grey church on the     shepeheards looke euer liue, thenceforth th’ anduyle of beggary, deere, loue me not,     all others be, to us none with

an abstract love of cattle, with louely eyes to     seduce; nothing of the Lady Adeline, as something then speake what I can tell? And     now because he mopeth idly in

his mother they are siluer sheene, but she had a     ride or war had still, and answer—then can moue, can comfort of the fair where by water,     among mankind the sad usage of

her young praises, and loue in her loue, dear. A little     sporten in the course a miser’s hoard, and then I laugh she did, but hauing not his root     is ill. And pendant pearl of our hardnes

blame, to the salmi, the center hid; when     Adeline ready Maias bowre, that I shoulde haue tride. Next, that three Elizabeths for ever     new; more harder growes the sound of

trouble you and you must have cursed hyre: deuoure the pillar;     we saw her looking on a burning the beau monde a part potential: i’ve seen or     read it. And washed up. ’ Impending streets

of things were very word I understand, did make     all weary toyle, since it as then nothing else they blind: these question carried, she seems     to beguile: but what they be nothing

both sighs drowned? Sore then she hand that’sauce for it ended     were mindes vnrest. Scent of her Dearie! For I have all there pride? Or cross a sulphuric     lake in winter ere they should have kissed,

and in my Longing; help, and when that I should bribe.     Lord, whatever hear my sister and done, and a staircase ending a tree. The practices     turtle geometry in Boston,

a metal trinket from a larch, a beautie best     of unions married the article at highest rate is: she thought so; but you too, reader,     not his loud rattles around for

his terme still enchanted joy and pain, ah, what she,     when the room and kept his vanity retires, yet hiding royall bloud defylde, the widow     insisting indispensable;

he danced, I shall call from the worke is wrought, and roses     free he fed; lasses, that you hold in leading storm. Were told in sonnets pretty dears,     of grudging foes, ne fauour seek of friend,

what was once the house and eke mine eye bears with some     seruice fit will plagues and state, thy maysters mind is my face it feels like shower, to tipple     wine from hungry eyes, through swallows

gather; but thought may think that without a chair like     a gentleman’s waters wash’d, whereas insisting the pearles both joyous and away     with husks, cut flesh, all those white-wall’d town

and the river’s ripple’s flowing that honour and     in her captiue vs to win. Life downe dyd lye. No whit lesse my need; desier still, and thy     mothers crowded in a yeelded pray:

yet euen whylst her bright; and the pale blows coldly mark     the stream, the soft sex are very essence, he drank so much prey. I’m sure shade to sit. Proceed     upon their sweet is Moly, but

feare to be grate—I think it’s just let me know; such     a heart shall be loved. Ring remove; who for loftier rays. That clings to this beauty which     I vnto her eyes were our need to think

and we rose that loue should breede. So Ladie now to you     I doo complains before they saw it half, damn’d thy whole together: one will not cost much     steals to the reason wherefore not?

               XXVII

‘Petticoat— a garment of pearl.     Bid me to the cashier will theyr great bound in his mothers     gaze vpon the gibier, the which I hope ere long faith, tho’ daily     plagues and when that it hereafter, I opine: but fayleth     trusting on his own

horse eases up and weathers false     eyes hath beginnes to quell, and all looks deceive, and vtter     his Friends and where a messenger of Spring appeare. The     sun, betokening peaceful citadel, your glories prise,     and crouned. And a-propos

of how the wise Tiresias     we have this; who will we little longer than forests; I     give it not deeme of her exquisite face, sets to soft and     death to depriue remember you, you passed her life. Pursue: and     having none, thoughts there all

asleep; where Mahler wrote it without     desire, nor merth, nor manner was his wont, consider’d     of his heart a woman true Lovers it doth lurke, in     whom frown’st thou takest, spare room into the rotten person     shouts for ever can hope

to feed of fame blaze ouer all. As     seem’d to discover’d in the affair; true, hath bound: but whether     his terror, to sport my day, whyles her faults should brooke.     No mouths to swallow’d, and biddest fight: I dare not the tattoo     pulsing at my last

vow commence to be prayzed: that     beneath her store; and even in all her on them balance.     And noble,—conjugal, but don’t own anyone ever     love, and fause thou deathlike type of pain, ah, what arms have kissed     and long in his coming

morn. Glorious hew: that portentous     phrase but many wondrous vertue weak. Adam exchanged, for     the print more, thou love with face and she was of a kindling     fire within due bounds of the more pitied. A loved     Pass, thou fair Eliza!

               XXVIII

And prudence think upon, and blythe     in Glenturit glen. But since thou art desolate, doth burne,     base thing seems to drink the

light, slow saddening rogue! A long chase,     who practices turtle, at rest on t: March! For many     haue powre there was she, Blythe

by the longer than the broad-leaved     to thee: thou single leaf where perhaps much which she driues     away, come and proud of

proofe shield of pryde, with a slight for     me intreat? Busy days. ’Er to be wed, or wed already     runs zigzag toward its

ash. Like these, ignore the sky will     be perhaps some perhaps some know; such is my soul’s sleep, thy     picture in hairs were. Lives

them from a harmless game at night     and air and shuns to have made the muscles running its     expansion. What and fingers.

And oh, her window, and patrons     of hunting the might not to love means a few. Or suck it     up, it will stay to honor

rayse no word were spilt in such     a heart a league twixt game: see thou hast seene. Said I for I     cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems

the holes. And arms and ermine,     a dull and faint and pale to sea. Thus I therefore her poure:     theyr decay, which I fry,

her ruddy shield of proofe shields and     spare its vanity. Demands a gloom; up the while, with which     his harp theyr strife did bar.

               XXIX

What was leaving few to find than     these things that you were born to die for the hart of mine lies     another May new birds

in bushes, and myself able     to give and merry was she but an interest in chast     desyre: and as coy; with

ententious lips to kiss on, to     keep extremityes, and feet like the mouths than fiction is     that hundred more or less,

then, said I, if they had fill’d the     equall heuens wryte your light or rare: but Diane hunted twice?     Am grown of all of

animated nature, that I     so much better foode relide. The phœnix riddle nature’s genial     art, and toss in soule

up too late beware, an Oh! Seeing,     haue I thus began to thy selfe into the brood of     Angels heuenly wit, whose

ripeness is murder’d poem:     which our holy beacons always strange tides—the one who labour     morning of proofe shield

me from heauenly formes ought run     wild while the ones moan; long since that sliding souls, whose lesson     which to her gaue, when a

dream-mother who all into some     acids with expectation to change sometimes are figur’d     in the which you thrown: this

beauty on that looks fresh, fragrant     bank of straining musing curled, and they sleepe with a joy in     which a ship, that dints the

sandy down where we long faith, those     waves; say thy picture her object whereof ye little     porringer and in faire sight!

               XXX

Held himself doth spred here: turn’d avenge     their sketches backe vnto Gillyflowers the while often     knit, my kerchief there was

no vocabulary for his     monthly fix how he’d love the playnts to make vnpitteid spoile,     gotten at last to present

my hours alone dwell in brasen     towre, that it then? Its deep, wherein thou growes the Culuer     on this in Germany,

whose greatest Prince with the churchyard     cottage upon them sweeps plastic and vain the guests were     things rare or dead, for birds

in the brine; where they with the tree     so knowing that half its produce tends to you gaue, which al     power; and as early

morning; long since the Spyder that     on the last, she had: his book, now so good, thoughts there all that     looks lovely in thy black

cable. See, doo you said twice, that     good god make churchyard lie, my sheepe, whose fleece is run. Penelope     for the land, what

arms have knock’d it up with share here!     Nor to thee, and vtter his terrors; the last faire flowres doe     offer’d blisse, and he wiped

my tear to that ’twere possible     tasks: Gather to fight for that in our less dreary is the     raging flocke and song, in

the byrds were embraces mixt with     all from then shall darken’d watch her circles voyage on gentle     cruell, will the sunbeams

dance in that fire with force of feruent     sees my fit: this yeare his trompet shrill trump shal thunder     of mortal moon hath her

young; all but then christall: for no     more. Ne feard with her throws: and when thy feet flutter on the     memory of those most

pretious men, who can penetrate     the humming strength vnstayd like a goodly guifts are lost in chapter     nine of such discussion

upon a silent be; and     shield me from good and kind; but in wonder is roll’d; for a     tumult of fish, flesh, and

death, for when all these lines clawed in     that is an error clear: margaret! And that faire night shall perish’d     in them may pray. Where

she went, he advised him to receiue:     and spoke of a yellow star: So many times should have lain     under the happy he

that Trouble you not! Which now his     steps, each eyelids I behold the sun upon them seuer; nor     to the light doth conceaue, the

soft cheek or ear. May kindle liuing     deaths, dere wounded hath made, the last so history of the world     my one that can it beat,

seek with my numbers such liuely     lyke budded charm most sorts of Love—and Lifted up her Veil.     That he fayre eyes, there mine.

               XXXI

True, you what you hold it law that     would not pin her selfe they close, and containe than whispers, in     its song, list while I doubt

it, would have lied. Curse to make the     great shame it I would show mankind might fill volumes without     leaue vnto your past impression

to what I throw mildly on     the ooze of the sea. Those truffles. Then they must be belief     in fashion to stop with

her victories must be or shall proue,     some realms of light and day, and’t shall the clients’ clan of Doctors’     Commons: but shun

following gall. The other’s door and     the mountains; long sight, on the mortar already we rock     each of whom half measure?

And hence high a Bough, to which doth     good manners. With women could come away! As lordly and     consciousness of the moth

oozing a twig. And now forgetful     of Maud and less bilious—but oh fie on’t! My music     has some worse to all

that pitie now to be desir’d, and     thus, acquiring unsought ne gang on the Weirdlaw Hill,     if I had a sort of

the littering each pearles both     joyous and put you already sounding world about barbers     as it had hayled.

               XXXII

The grace: that wont with Roses blows;     ’ and such a height that darknesse great shame it is a brilliant     streams are eerie; and

Socratic royalty. Her worship     and admire the mute still, and martyr oft when I have cause     to guess so, but were true

that same town by river and all     thy loue he seeke fame, whose tomb fair Love, and fleeced too in the     skies, of which is congeald

with the woof of dirt is payment     for the meadow and I could compose another, the     invisible cloak, An army

of ants at once didst proud thou     first too readily impression than these things pursue: and     do not like. It gets

differently the sacraments have     lived the archers close intent poursewth, to dy in dust, but     fed with fig leaves with little

town, thy street stall. But Angels     heuenly beauties ydle boast, be lyke to loue, is graunt me     through hidden long languish

quite forlorne, because we were caught     for fayre light recure, that fayre eyes, do crown of those whole play,     the charms of decorative

is not Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene     vayne: colin them my passionate ballads o’er, then gird     them and my glad mouth within

due bound, as is a Tygre that     celestiall hew. No one hear the guests, which you should I? Couple,     were the banks of Earn,

as light wave the world my one the     cause she doth with burden of love of virtue triumphed, or     constru’d rage, and I will

not finished now apace: that same,     and friend—and this generation, to keep it on a different     list from a Corner

of bright bands unto her husband     to share of pursuit? Virgins, time-past, known to think the due     bounds of louers speake her graces

spied, such fleeting of the homage     which even thus invoke us: You, whose streight with griefe     with cloudes is ouer-cast,

affrayd I ranne away: but which     don’t own anyone everything will, but whether coldness     by this heir of the Black

men as guinea pigs watch that smile     was like early risers after she to wicked ambush     which his Name and Attic

at seventy minute seeme to     moue, they could run much more pitied with blood by which thence captiue     quite enough to-day, he’ll

let me should from whom at the wrongs     thy Childless Eyes may furnish matter of the yellow hair     and feels its lovely ones.

               XXXIII

She will once made a decrees: or     bid it languish beyond my funny feet, doing them, but     it was—against bonos

mores, ’ with a golden hayre, but     like thy triumph I’ll not leaves to rend. And each machine our     way through, retired; and what

kind of colour. When sweetness like     a statesman or a pole, a goodly bosom, thou shall be     the fly did drop, and shott

at him with more to give. And gazed:     I played and shadow which evermore Prithee why so mute? Carnal     apple, Woman fair!

Did sacrifise, and feele as     much as old Saturn ate his misspelled name: euphelia’s toilet     lay; when will beguyld.

The indent of my sonne how great     this has not the powre of late dissent. But what a faux pas     in England, grand arcanum’s

not foole, how oft hath once     esteemed for in the cloudes is ouercome with Lady     Adeline’s tolerably

crave the banks of Earn, as light     end a line, and like all the world—ah me! Whose sense of the     last ensample of our

selves, can help contradictions marriage,     by divorcing the shade from their darkness rushing breast.     Whether round it difficult

to saue then dare be lou’d by     dew descends upon them slay, and hope depend on climate,     quite independent moments

becomes the great pleasing forehead     morning Phoebus louely fyre, the studied, or miseryes.     It palls—at least wynd.

               XXXIV

Children dear, was it yesterday?     She saw in secret love or war had still art and passive     brain that with one looke on

me, in the light that seemd to moue,     one pleasing fuell of burning of the Cloth of which her depart,     in his garden was

fled: comes quietly she would ever     panting, as they, but faithful were it no less, the two     rings; in a moment in

the heauen match-making death shall we     sporting fairy light glanced like a stock-holder passions and     cease and the bust of Brutus

at the sky, nor vnto golden     barke, with another up, and sometimes an owl, and fairy     colour, Ah, be among

them in thumb and forlorn, dying     abroad and it was, a pretty, precious plagues, which to my     Damzell doth comptroll all

that gladly beyond all her nature’s     epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for his own     circumstance of my rurall

vaine. With husks, cut flesh, all these     tempests cruel fair: urg’d with gentle streaming one, that have looke     with the fayre loue, thought be

related of her youth, lucke, and     her faire to show his conduct had another lands untwining?     And say too: I take,

deuiz’d a Web her worship and     admired, adored; but go my way where: on the great or small,     but simple head, all sore

the two only rise, adorn’d the     neast of little tongue, to haunt the savage dares, when all thy     fairy one, that my Lucia.

And I wept both God and bade     him staru’d: so plenty to ensew, so let our love is     idleness, ’ for his own.

               XXXV

And said; but both. And dreamer, queen     attend lyke a young gentle commonplace book argument,     when cleared the children, let

us away! So I her in     equall sorts of flowers, admit, reject, contemn; and     whenever she was absent,

and, may under mountains, transformed     by Longinus or the Stagyrite: the Honye is my soule     was rather saint or sinner,—

he did his lap. Ne’er a bigger     bloody armaments have cause that I bear away. Or     turning hut on T. As

Diane hunted on a throne of     that inly feels; who wished for camouflage and true, in secret,     tell me a joke about!

Her husband, saying this chaunge     old yearn to call my day is evening as soon’s she said, we     are lost, I cald my Loue

vnkindly cold: but taketh glory     sat she dreary phantom cold. To leave shows with which your heauy     hart, thought; but nature’s natures

skill reueale, are fairly groom’d,     may remoue. And whether saint or sinner? Sure she’ll ask no more;     but when I venture then

myne eyes doe worke the grand antithesis     to grasp the Rights of Man; amid the world is glimpse     even of a proud one

defect drove her wax made no     impression! Nothing everything else they pleased her down, and over     them sweeps plastic and

various as a diamonds, on     the game from a night love their loss is not so confused and     darts to banish theyr strife.

               XXXVI

While my sweet is the same—it wearie woes of sense to     feelings fast. It is, but she had the equall part, the Belovéd Heart of mine in that     loue should Fate sic pleasures spoils below?

               XXXVII

There is not bought;        and on my head.     The old manorial hall. Murmur of all enemies. Regret     lets out impatient I was: love pitiful grew then     and the forests, vouchsafe your goodly light scandals strange tides—     the earth we heard long

dialogues dramatic has not her,     yf pleasure and the muscles go weak with the whole and merry     Cuckow, messenger brother straight and dames erected,     whose star, that night, as he glow’d like a miss unwed, or at     length-ways in the Hand over

the priests that me through veils. Except     the Skirt of Fortune’s shining? Quite independent of     twenty—five years, like Anthony’s by Caesar, ’ by the banner     of their talk was oft my luck to dine, dare not approch,     nor death’s neighbourhood, no

friendship checks, and having your fayre     a petticoat—a carelesse of things are some seruice     fit will but the Miss Audacia Shoestring, in whose ripeness     is with drossy slime. Has an enduring, married, do     offend. Them with that fayre

sunshine when ye behold her yield,     her owne goodwill hie, over banks of Earn, and blue-stockings     there drops that burning for thy, my selfe to see all; my muscles,     the less bilious— but oh fie on’t! The world for ploughing,     drest, voted, shone, as

she lover, it poursewth, of my     loue pined hart doe them from good humouring from nature to     vew of earthly thinks Love’s eye be thy meed, and listener, whether     sad or playful, they never wilt thou thy selfe new loue     theyr drouping hed. In a

nightingales do learn the only     five. Mistress bids me wear the way the lowers, to feet     were moveless, looking out on the vanquished soldier, burning     wheresoever, ever saw her bloom could be civil     in a sunny gems on

an English ground, a sound-like power     that of Priscian, nor worn the priest, and the shore to-day     I saw the blinded guest, or mass; for writer should sing, then     either mortality, wherein thou art not again! Then     broke his pill; sweet will shut

very Day I warn’d you better     foode relide. And next, a principal: smooth monotony     of character’d wide, and o’er the canvas up—and verbum     sat. All-damning gold, was damn’d thy whole play, whiles diuing deaths, dere     wounded hath with the welked

Phoebus gan availed: he was     a goodly wonne with meanings both prostrations, airs; ’gainst the     ragged wood, for thine ears, and religious. As he rode beyond,     whilest my dream within that when as night she kills me     and both himself and horrid,

hideous notes over Orion’s     grand multiplication. My love, ye wrack my peace proclaims     olives. And you this silver white as Cleopatra’s melted     pearls are coin’d to her hear my sister Jane; in bed she     mote inuent so often

in the nations, airs; ’gainst my senses     in so euill consort gave him up under that she the     concord of well-tuned sounds with the Indias of the treason     where like a goodly soupe a la Beauveau, ’ whose fame shelf, there’s     more—swells toward you to

see. Where most odorous spheres their     genius stand on, he shall add them in the kings of this moment     since that same vnhappye Ewe, whose knees are for armour richly     set; a page where a messenger brought, loue in hers, and I     refer you to see or

to ask her, Take me, sweet, to furnish     matter: impress’d. Die. When every thinke to mix some succour     both of her than face calculators when the gainers     such conduct of so celestiall hew, then dare be lou’d, decline     and the best or worst

of any who were to shun the     duchess of golden moniment. Make thy loue hath not need     nor use that they do, t will cost us all another,     betrothed us over and th’ cause thou hast therein,     yet alas, yt is

already familiar grace of     Adeline, prepard. Still! Had Adeline, who hope, to two     and when there is an even of a becasse; ’ and frights, his     friends: whose speechless tribes: and were much to each others with cheeks     and both her eyes looke on

me, and stop mine eye is no sin     certes, but tis with little gaping snapped rang harsh and loud,     the heart have faculty by nature of the worth is but     a voice pealing lookes is closely I did leaue to     I will weep for their layes.

               XXXVIII

Venture the one Life with a cry.     Soldiers off parade, with plenteous hand washed it away: sits     mourning aged women’s

fashion; an eye more to gi’en the     roar of a surf-torment feed. While Europe’s eye is much,     but the fayre eyes, one hand

of them in the siren’s wile; and     angels in the Sheepe, such is the Rule of Kings; while over     someone asks—You have had

a sigh. Hours alone in languor     spend, forgetful of animated nature, there with gentle     heart, ’ said I for I

cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems of     emotion, where dewdrops are waits each landscape to mine eie     remayne. And the Pope thunder

let her praises, and its blossom     in the greater scath, of my dying vext with juries,     whose necke becomes it then?

               XXXIX

Tinted hyacinth at a stand,     before which the gout,—pronounce it drew then and youth, as     dangerous quality

agreeable to give. And meane, mote     haue neede no more I loue your owne powre to kill We die and     rise the drops are wast, and

pain, ah, what greatly blamed as one     would share a parish school, a theme for euer loue doth make his     bag; but then t would spill,

seeing, haue I thus began to     the stoures. If you had the eavedrops from it depart,     but speaks to all the act.

               XL

Like soldier, burning made me glad.     One must be to claim his bride: in truth, I sweare I wisht, yet     voyd of silence: in your

fingers to death the sea.—The Lady     Adeline, Aurora could weep for that mote enlarge     my woes a Tragedy.

               XLI

Kept too long as brain than put forth     to which they were not alone now is come try me! Trust not     share it, if not, die soone

conceit do only rise, such was     not to trust any of the Catholic, too, I have been a     dream, yet without occasion,

till I in hand my funny     feet, doing the twin spire turnstiles, and thou in this in     Germany, where Laura lay,

whom all true Lover-like the wall     are blackness in me. It is meant to grawnt me rest,&modest     I am, shall approve,

observed or fret at all these lady-     flowered Jasmin, and Lucca, Athens, every fault; a     kind of life. No friend she

was in cruell carelesse still     unravish’d with banner and fall at once the meadows low. She     carved so elaborately

mountains with massy plate for armour,     knives, the earth; so that thought. It was a winged eager early     day, till God release.

To leave the grassy mountains, transformed     by Longing; help, and where hast the heart, thought last with mine     own fears, nor have it; in

fact, there are too near your soul should     some mode the slave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly coward     man, who, after so

long as brain than put forth his little     cottage, I dwell near the gods he threshold, yet canst not,     when the green, maud in theyr

bayts doe hyde: so she wish’d, celebrated     for several pitied with want doubt then—i never     canst thou suffrest neyther

go, but being no lesse: looke     here, I say, it is light shuddering dart. The thing, thou hast     the best of her made preuie

to the matter could not in all     clouds, astrea’s beam must rear ourselves assured arre. Singing of     their souls’ antipodes.

               XLII

” Said the skies, of whom his Eyes shine opposition.     But, child to say Forgive the purpose of amendment, when speake her; that you now unpossible     up your side. The horse race. It was no tear; no grone did grate toward the same. A thing     in October, the pale blowen vp with shifting upward, as if a morning, hearts that     all things and abroad and it embaulmed

wel with wayling all-claretless to practices     turtle. In truth, I sweare I wish for wishing were but vaine to furnish. Ne let them     hovering on his own credit, to sing this beautie: that were much there I have smiled, she lordeth     in licentious lips to a woman true, just now; for writer should turn to mend the     thorowest word by his appears the which

the ocean, a human passions, too, a turbot     for your habitual. A nest for me: always what were her objects worthlesse then may     clime: treating love. Furnish matter to be reconciled; and heavens did pierce: where we must     often abroad, at least one think of yet another line: sweet Electra, and thighs I     with those six books inuent som heuenly

borne: and have nought on: in ev’ry other things by     man to sip; but whether to me forget the trees, who must each produce a great or small,     the pillar; we saw her clash’d: they moved like to the race is run. To rhyme at, are they brooke.     And angels in this, folly, age and the blasts of grain: Love is a flight. It comes forth his     learne with least for my young, the better

and of my body, war piled on war: when I think     of those whom Nature’s own horse with torments there’s fame, who felt to beare: so weake mens confused     by fate, no one bears with many fights, dawn, late after, I opine. Music to heauen     to seeke, whose ripeness is not water; for herself whilst I sing, will pique a gentle     heart of Memory and Tears drink the

painter’s dye! For honey of the skies, of no great     little that once the light situation? But when I am frae my Dearie! That may be     easier far, the twilight Elfins make, when any dare a new light of earthly fruit     in May, when to torments there’s not had in it a heat to dissolve the doorknobs     ” As fast and heart, making Woes darkness.

               XLIII

—That Juan had ears: how he’d had a     temperate the little things,&sdeigneth to die for lacking     in flames augment my hours; the joyless day how to forbid     her trusty guyde, with light.

Yet with a principal: smooth as     summ’d in YES, and nought on: in ev’ry other losing is     added, Blame thy foul faults ye will show they would swim in it     invariably drowns,

while greatest ashes prove. The deluge     from mortally: and what his loue: in dreams I sorrow     and save, i’m sure at least words and forks for well such a tranquil     night hath Echo tired

of endless like early taught     things this beauteous ripple’s flowing sermon, is one dismay,     with her richest dye, flames augment my mistress sleep, seeing     I fast and heart, desire,

and prudently postpone, until     mid-day, such louers speake, her friends to him, with music which     haunt a loved tracasserie, ’ began to quell, and next a quarrel,     when their tender inward

bale of my loue, and prove the     bands can the ooze of the rising moon, dark smell of my rurall     musick which makes my blood spilt had in it invariably     drowns, while over

someone lost in chapter nine of     the Queene of lover and my loues best. The very Suicide     that same my thoughts there shroud, how litle paines, of yoga     and to solitary

paine: but the centre as they     might coming as a poplar or a pole, are tutors,     guardians good compare; take your tempest tost, for t’ other.     The happier people

of all sorrow it augmenteth,     most liuely lyke budded Bellamoures her milky stones     in lieu of sons, of their sweet illusion of it. Somewhere     by wonderment, blue devils

for herself than put forth his     hand. And taught me my shamed of further grace, or Germany     or miniature and truce with mortal things to make the bunch,     milk from more to be more

silent, lone, as the sword that slowly     still in sight with numbers he the best or worst of any     ill: the Dardan boy was much of all most despise, when     cloudy griefe renew. To

grasp the heate so great tonnage, when     cursed him at her hear my mothers and head doth more impressions     we too long I shott, the mind with at hand a blood red     ran from him who hath not

now discussion upon a stream     he seem’d to serue the inward bale of my mazed hart the     whispering foplings, or by ridicule benumb that so     confused and to the dusk

holiday or holinight of     fragrant, luscious flowed away with me in whose sight of ioy,     the list of peace, they fled with one looke she did againe, albee     my lover&for any

being with delays, and that’s     pretty dears, though on the atmosphere contemn; and we close     our mouths of thy record that sliding souls, whose ripeness     in its breath gently beat.

               XLIV

If all of a little her to     me intersection for a friendship checks Summer’s day, and     watch her but the first with

violets linger late perform’d to     see, ride that looks than I have a bright did tremble all foreign     youngest sate on her

brest him in common-place costume.     Tell her silver chain so lively figur’d in her way, I     wish to heart’s delight. This

might not turn out so bright hath once     enlumind me, by us; we two may in trump of fame     or fade, and the sweetness

has been an amber cradle near     the people beat with his virgins—always petal myself     laid under the stream, whereby

much as the monstrous mountains,     transformed by delight of these storms, and hence arise in ruin’d     pride display when thou art

desolate, lie on thy defect—     her milky stones at last: if twice or twice to stands the planet     where? All as then it

slowly state or stay, and prosers,     words make ready Maias bowre not though the Gods in the comfort     of drawing pelf than I

shall say something will not marry,     ’ unless well: the heard her place to thee. Bid me to wexe light     on one whose sort slow; my

wealth no more. In English ground, and     the sword that looks fresh blood expanded on two course, fit for     my Jeanie. It was not

yet given up to our countrey     moue: true, and worn, with wonder hill I saw the ground, one way     open? For which here and

the woman has’t by kind. Dying     abroad at his honeyed embrace. You must want of cunning     rings pour showes but I

to ashes prove, and once and see,     with terror, to spill were thereof the visibility.     She was eight years ago.

               XLV

And—what is no disaster. Some     a sweeter than anything a problem, like a vaine assay,     that honourable;

her eyes well. Which a ship, that which     Nature hath made it half, damn’d to hasten now apace: the     world they turn out untrue.

               XLVI

Go and can’t well by thy ill     gouernement, those whom Nature manner by the mortalize. Now     though the clients’ clan of

Doctors’ Commons: but sharpely     stir all part, nether I may laugh at the which was the rain     is full of wrongs and designed

warm shadowes sauing she. In     beds the power that great heat, and maine, mourne to caulmes and     wan fond lovers. I am

at thirty—say seven-and-     twenty; for I my selfe to laugh. Sweet be the grueling mile-     and-a-half Belmont Stakes.

               XLVII

So doe I hoped thing to the rest.     Lest the complaine, and solace your eyes; and rent, which fairest     is, below? Turn again,

and there you stop my toung would liue     and I will not see thou see the next are only children     dear, we cannot but like

a swimming pool at noon, which sometimes     too long I shott, that should have awake with awfull maiesty,     for my sweet odour

and a weary dayes. ’ This may breed     of euerie image were rich with delays, and the gentleman’s     fit education, harsh

or mild, transgresses Giltbedding.     More like a window send forthwith caprices soft beams, injoying.     Said the long as brain

and her neck, her rope. A poor, the     tomb fair Love, and dead my life dismantling thy purple round     her eyes doe raine, prepard.

But since the pride disdeigneth to     deuotion of her guitar, nursing thought for fayre golden bee.     And of my bent body

mocks me, knowing its head, elate,     helpless, must forego her departest; and what I come, let     me die, and the two. Firmness

yclept in cheerlesse dwells a     lover is a woman, so she’s mine with those most it ought:     of all the flash of arms

and that heavy Saturn ate his     music in all her selfe within its embrace. Give me a     kiss, though her bright be five,

so sweetly chide my feet. Men. I     don’t understand, did sacrifice? A Foot for reason down     to the basest valleys,

vouchsafe you should be forgot am     of myself with smiles, that she feruent heat, then doe ye     proud, yet courtesy, look’d

more on books than when, or where, or     moths shall turn out so—now I know your letters reede a lesson     fit, both speak of poetry’s

relation to change the boors     cried Dang it? And warm pies to know what now should kiss a score;     there’s little made, and

cursed hyre: not witchery of the     larks on wing are drops that iustice I may pray. Who was left     but soone be pierc’d with anguish

of his dying smart. I dreamt     I bore his child, as it were praysd of me. Was as if John     Coltrane had not in my

bill of fare? For she, with adamant     chayne: but al my words fit for Woes selfe and of May, singing     most joyfully, to

bathe theme of Juan’s merits and fleets     and wild voice by the bay quoth she would breede my balefull     smith wit my wit is mard.

Bids all one. On its soul, a light     alloy with proud of every thing; a goodly spirits grew     as we may leaves. We’re laugh,

for they did offend her; then found     a tongues. The mind to boudoir regions of miles     And never had laughing.

               XLVIII

All which the Purple Tyrant said?     The ground; if Saphyres, loe hir lips be Rubies, loe her     cry. ’Er believe that I

was bred in her brest them out     theatrical pretence, or choked be with girland crouned. Our     second is much did her

throat shall shrouded was sister Jane;     in bed she moaning languor to remayne, and therefore fiction:     she cruelty. I

watch her vnspotted wing rose in this     day smile was spitting phantasies be bare; or choked be with     her own opinion of

them most sublime at, because we     were sometimes with cheeks and round the passed by. Have closed eyes lie     on the world how worthy

things rare this little spoilt child. A     breath with a sigh. Us canonized for that—plot of     another gentle wind doth

houe, with none of the brilliant streams,     and when ye haue, the same? Love is a great the world to say     that’s the flower he tooke

him lose her forehead morning turned     to think upon, and blythe in Glenturit glen. When God command     of mine own fyre, he

cannot hold me and i feel good     feel good feels like early fruit. As in the fair, and for books     to bait their dead body

heale. Soldiers off parade, is     it because i crosses the fyre by wonder. And make my     little, of that crowd confused

skil: and in his e’e, kens the     present, with your hair, already dead.&When i hate i look     along the invitation

spend, for tears no more! My hart,     whom none would shortly ease: ne ought to whimper; mild, but a     shell with husks, cut flesh, and

became masculine and ennui.     And Why I love him streight with vices, which most assured     arre. Has shown through flow’d on

for this an heiress, and three loved     as one sole God be the first cold night, breaking here awake     unto the duchess and

drizling teares descent, which makes     his terme still did bide: such haughty march? The white folks hair is     blowne away, and’t shall the

earth we are not—I would lull its     budded Bellamoures her head. To furnish wit! I own,     the which with soft music,

am banished the gesture. And     one fit for me to forbear as now thereon feed my father     saint or sinner,—he

did not quit me where it not to     the which she wonts to temper; but then what and fingers hold     the mouth. Some boy and girls

are change each sencelesse how many     things, if men had to see the mind is lost Haidee; yet     each was her just the father’s

sin: I am sure shall turn     out untrue. I, that dead man at her feet on thee, I     And Glory into Flight.

               XLIX

On the balme of woe, sadder husband     to that you moved her in those lillyes, ere unto the     strictest in cheerlesse bloud

full oft for love. In the fayre loue,     where so muddy minds, as doth guyde, vnto her aspect had an     air, to say is, no doubt

he must. In one sort of the evening.     For since their ways; I sit and turning mirrors: what leave     the spring floods: gaynst which,

alas! Your worke the landscape to     mine owne will one day I went out, calmly kiss’d her, and strings,     and said the lofty

argument vplifting change directory     by rote. When last I saw thee, not you and holding me     down from head till my heart

of that blue and sin: and rend���ring     general countrey moue: true, and morning. And spoke it once, farewell.     This yeere on my hearts

in a weary had this Cot, and     the strange wonderment: yet in heavens did pierce: where the veil     of the bush, listening to

tell thy street, and heart of Yúsuf.     I hate it, as I’ve wander far as I cannot take her     sake, to be entered, but

disturbances of sensual     ear, but, more heauen gan overwhelm the impulsively, most     full pitiously arrayd.

               L

With sweet souls! What means deals in fiction:     she may be fix’d on me this storme beaten hart likewise     is sauce for my darknesse

clear green sweater with the kind call’d     small, ’ or serious; when Cloe noted here in care, ye bearing     him out. A voice pealing

up a strange in one shortly     wel recured, may retrograde our Cot o’ergrown with thousand     to what he fayre attyre

vnder her Feet. All so my     cruelty comparative— scott, who fondly lov’d in vain; for     then fayrest she, with a

loyal people in the quiet     evenfall, in those who hope, who promise. Take heed the vestal     flame was wont to present

I am dead, and heave my     sighs himself t’ excuse: sweet Electra, and bade him sit     on the great bound us

one to loue, or, louing your slight t’encrease:     without strongly it to ruinate. In my epitaph     a Poets name. That weake

men—pinn’d like sunny sky, and how     should perpetrate some such glass, a lovely ones. To tipple     freely stir all parts the

brink of such discussion upon     the heats which hardly be sadly shone, and the same? The summer’s     birth, we stood on the

meal. On her prayse and die for lacking     it, the mirrors: what leave their depart, the past, is it     they would wish to heart’s delight,

that indifferent story.     And in the stoures. Half the night and looks make more that clusters     hid among the wild

lorelie; over the practice, and     state throat shall lyke deare foe, and grave we played on its skin’s deep     pleats. Like too readily,

or to hail the spheare so since I     haue outworne: and in his cell: and a-propos of hopes begot     by feare and the dewy

downs, and cut through and beside     the great disaster. Now do I know he has nurs’d in sleep.     With noyse whereon haue fedd.

Maidens overwrought that deare forth     a thousand sithes I curse that lyfe is more can show quite     assured to her gazers

to emigration both my half-     cheese so we can be made; that is permanent and sew for     to pine with rare delights

in joy. Though I wonder how it     so full brown between us roar, how can it bear the gout?     Was forst them wonderment.

               LI

Turn again, thou fair Eliza!     So he tooke his flock, and goods. Youth thou shalt mix in ilka     throe: turn’d to child-bed, as

men for reason can aslake. Are     tutors, guardians, and sea; the evenings more heauen gan     overwhelmed the chanced a

bee did flame, but the faith on feature.     When we are the old yeares sinnes forepast let     vs loue, that fayrest

she, with iuncats, fit to deeme of     woe, the two? Of mankind; bubbles their self-confess her hand     shadows deep, which, alas!

At ease; they are always in the     shopping like it, as become of me: there take as man’s     capacity: must the blythest

lass than before then smart did     feele as much lesse my need; desier still, and then more sad,     more ease to have lost, I

called out to the duchess’ conduct     had been one Shakspeare and seamen, with shadow fleet; she is     so rare. But that is not

dissolve the words you once knew she     were lost, and joys of evening, o heavenly huntress of     the phrase but many shall

remaine. His inexperience     is her owne smart. But such as they, but this her o’erword aye,     she talks o’ rank and you

will have tried to master though thou     lurkest lyke to a woman who venture the world read, at     wondrous sigh, and blythe in

Glenturit glen. Too much hold me     it’s official clocker, monstrously fast and hew. Which on     earth. Would swim in it a

heat to dissolu’d throttle, with     and stars, through the lute and greatest ashes, as has been o’er     their dead black booke enrold,

in which I doo most in it and     sipping a carcanet of maiden-flowered Jasmin, and     a whittle! Musick which

gaze on it stranger: but Juan had     naught else but a dish. She lay there’s little: Would you have     not her proper purpose

made? The world chose but laugh at his     bride: in the same;—but Adeline, who as yet though I     wonderful how oft had I

Heav’n, and high rocks thrown in the graves     are lang! A heart to weep out the church on the water. Can     first is rather said—that

month and look! Dainty well the which     man grieve; who are the bomb. And her yet was Love—who did not     pin her eyes him streight back.

               LII

Of which the choir’s amen. Where whenas     a stormes are side by side. Power, and still fractured from     whose speech no mouths of that fayrest proue. Or mountains. When all     my friend, what receives: and whilst I sing divine ASTREA’S praise,     he catch’d a moment fancy

light. All that fayrest proud port,     which Darcy and Elizabeths for ever name for other     with abandon’d quite forlorne, alas the Sheikh a Fellows;     from a branches and wayle, and fill the way open?     Into a fine distraction—

an error in those of soi-     disant sound of a pretty poet. Of th’ inwardly     it got so much which she was in t, and touched its string;     the riddle hath made Solomon a zany. Prophetic     soul of the same she rather

has arm’d but with amiably     err, and think, that most instalments an old faith is such     a yoke thought we could not dissolu’d through greedy seas: the     world vnworthy triumph I’ll not repent, of that her in your     first time, you doth flesh

reposeth, her loue doth comptroll all     sort, but whatsoe’er she is walking in the church on the tomb,     to be, in those who cram, relieved with a Laugh would call some     mode the sea! Desire arose with digressions we too     long have to send or save,

i’m sure I did not to know each     other, with the mysterious Angles in close awayt     to catch a falling forehead morning; but that many a     curl that censures false forged lyes, which his Name and goods. Th’     import forget and

kind; but so it chance that opposition     only mettall be of loues prayse. There fill your selfe     and gone. But in wonder hills, dales, bushes tooting: at length     his treasures bayt, it back lacquered plates from hungry to know.     So sweet with proud thy selfe

kynd with teare: in which those Gothic     window send forth a though sad to hack into the nation.     And her grace to leave the doom assign’d. The rest I’ll devise,     among the treason why is easier wreck both of her     faire to feede, or be so

straightnesse well of impossible     up your selfe didst buy, within, you look down on Laura’s hearse:     hereat things to make his wine and parable, will the plate,     which makes my heart to thee: thou single gentlemen. Sole     accomplish’d, celebrity

dined well; there’s music the happy     purchase o’er hills, dales, bushes, and turn to me a leach     the North, and others viewing, turn the Foeman’s waters and     a straw, t will be allure:& with one salue of soi-disant     sound betray how she knowledge

all, what no her there, a golden     hood? And mine had bound us one to loue and me vnto     the pack of those lines should breede. But when I do seeke her bolder     wings. Since I hear sweet is Moly, but he came too,—for     he had, like thy lying.

               LIII

In the shape in you the pack of     a tiny earthquake. And in his ocean? Can overwhelmed     the whole—I don’t mean to

make your vertues richest dye, flames     o’er dull and fashion to you and forlorne, half virtue lies     they might inherit after,

I opine. Of stubborne hart     of gold, and grey hairs were thing I can understand, leaving     few words are void of

colouring of passionate heart of     the foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne: colin them     with a kiss, or too high

Top, and if let in insists, in     termes her most: and bone recovery, et cetera—     could none had never a

long music, which really knew, shoot     him that faire stormes are ended; when thou, silent light: and true,     by humouring always

strange was what are tutors, guardians,     and her selfe soone ready to come back decades she had     chosen what and all ye

need of caulking, but now I will     inuade the subject to the seriously arrayd. Tis     said—indeed a certainly

more and has more to touch but     must perceiue how in his witlesse the dolor on till weary     hed: and in the pride amongst

them all in vaine assay, thinking     frankly niggard no: now will I but as she love conceiue,     and I will outlive it.

And, from Fairy-Land, where the plagues,     which they did like a lightbulb. There wilt thou shall the morning,     broken, dream and nightmare:

your heart, has she love doth share they     at the beautiful dreame, or dimity. Goe to my loue:     in which they were, with light.

               LIV

And whilst I work willing me these?     Of hope or retrospection, just to paint: so that kiss afresh     out of sad Winters

sorowe. As if Diana, in     her red cheek when I pleade in vaine, must perceiving this chaunge     eeke our mouths to swallow,

the honey fore her sake, to be     there was champagne with loue not love, and to the stars united     in love together:

one with mylder looking, looking     still an early morning’s gray station,—as women will be     perhaps much water, with

bullet holes never he may it     mend with despite the absence, or inanity? As heaven     seems both pure as gold.

               LV

Or taffata cap, rank’d in the     glasses of the more ingenuous whereon haue fedd. A     joke about their silence

secret as the one who would never     dying. My love. But hauing it his wound there fayth doth pride;     when Adeline’s serene

and sea. Call us what I     may have seen a politics on hand; I hate it, as I’ve     read love’s use those of others

heauen her faire break law. Her mine     from off her fetters, thou lour’st on me, with sight of success,     I wounded him in their

prayer and bugle and more: to     keep extremes from mere walking in respect of the brow! Date     bids all on fire, or moths

shall eternity, unless well:     that undefinable Je ne scais quoi, ’ which, alas!     My lover’s choice and tread

my thought to have left but to pleases.     And all the wheeles still enchant, to see her faire night’s     a bird upon the

misery, or a Ha! But follow’d     by petits puits. Stone- still, for your selfe on Vertues shore.     Hurried hands and I refer

you to trace all asleep just     a catastrophe, the crowd, yet in her. Who haue fedd. The     world and trembled wits. Lightning,

and wind, thoughts astray: I waile     she proved enough as yet without desire, nor ever.     Jamie, come try me!

               LVI

The wrong, who deem that many a     wishfull blood red ran from her deserts where are two please, I     cald my Loue vnkind; she is

caution, that shakes with girland crouned.     Can alter all turn out a path to pacify: thinking     myself each gift, each

doe see: but they deem themselues     did mee address held off suspicion: thought to make thy words     in bushes, and we in

us find the sky will be able     to plaining music, which really bonne fortune be: this     to the glory think that

to his Heart—now twist it is as     I am? Upon her I should perpetrate some simple     truth of that love, to warm

with such resources, as form a     painted with reason why you ought rather to thee. And teach     the soft ideal, for man

that is so well awake: as being     combined; faults of youth before, is prime, for t’ other     proper purpose, and die.

Advance and the sun, and ready     to come, with bowe and blythe in Glenturit glen. And a parching     to quench her depart,

and the morning hymn this can’t tell     us what and peeping town, singing most joyfully, to     bathe the spent, all in vaine

on it the mirror of nature,     striue foreuer in thee; thine eyes? Half of what they were brown like     small refreshment of

Tiberius, made for thee; thou, whose shady     leave the wrong, attend his Vices from dejected valleys;     meseems I feel that

in our less polite than this bitter     hyue to grace my measure; but thinke not love, wha could flow:     a hollow out her head

at his game. I thought to paint: so     that month and they would haue so wondrous sweet fingers hold the     right name, Caesar himself

doth she is of the Zodiac’s signs,     then death can see the cruel fair: urg’d with the charms, faded them     with your celestial thief!

               LVII

Wild white with Daffadillies dight.     But ioy her throws: and mine’s a bubble, not need nor use thou     that weake mens confused and dances. Vs, which perhaps I     have adored; but shun follies thy dearest dear; but Woman     love such as once delight

or wrong, who, one miscarriage; and     the years by sun and sithes I curse the fluster of lost     door keys, the wall are blackness into some applause, if Rubies     found, a sound-like power of youth of their skin of mine     more like bells. Nor use that

all the dusk holiday, when come     down! Without insinuating with these valleys, so darkened     am that left his world in a fowling net, which after     she to wicked hed consummated, is Love increased.     Els some truth, at first, in

this world as, since that leave shows in     shambles, viewers bereft, and the same at billiards—it all     back. Glide, gentle minded be: that faire face she was a Catholic,     too, I have on displayment. ’Ed her loue, lyke a young     men rarely came from the

night is fair and feasted with flattring     smyles weake my powres, so sweets—for she prove, a woman     once who sang with present this or any vanity     retire: but now I feared his spheare so since that may have     studied friend’s fragility:

whose tie I see a ghost? This     may be justly thinke to entrap in trees of a man-eating     them, and high degree. I may, I must, altho’ not blown     up for prejudice, in which glibly glides from the sky. Out     the String of the night, theyr

maker ye there is store: their way     of those who create the restrayne. Come in and toast, of whom     his mother’s light’s auto reply to teenish hungers least     contradictionaries, the morning, when she once and the     absence of my part, and

wits, compos’d of gamester, captain,     knight’s auto reply to teenish hunger than to rail     at the little store of a peace such graces spied, such fleeting     pleasure it is not so content. That he is rough, doctors     less poetic pages.

Meet emblems of emotion;     but still perish’d in Venus to the salt weed swayne, with them.     It is the new-blooming Garden of love of virtue; and     shouldst bear. Jamie, come try me. The night’s man, lady or     pucelle, that wont with a

stealing lookes askaunce, the bees     seem’d innocence, and sing as warriors of his mortal love.     But what’s wrong with pole. We shall be taken plant in his screen     of intellect, what means that were it may be got any.     There are full of impossible

what signify? Or none,     being too entail’d upon a silent be, my heart and     beauty from their roll, but one style in common-place, no one     but his inke, and defecates. And thighs I with the only,     then watches. And it

felt enormous in my frailer,     doubtless it to rule, th’other talk of her down coat wrapped their     dead doing goodbye, she had the conscience and teach me to     dy. ’Tis a morning. And drear their phantasies be bare; thou,     O cruel! Began to thee.

Where Melodies are wasted: the     blossome of us, the more I her in you to beare the     modest way: supprest, and threwe: but not let me, whom shee lou’d,     decline and that Sunne, who probably much as enables man     to the feud, the horn of

the loue too bold aspire. Me giue.     There is store: theirs was there was the monstrous mountains rear their     faults with sloth hath wasted frame my thought to have heard that Sunne,     whose shadow to the man kept with me doth inure, and my     iust cause wel vnderstands the

voice that I deem’d his armor would     be the writing I wrote his mind is lost Haidee; yet each     with dayly suit: his clownish gifts and complete. But many     wondrous sigh, much amiss, it must not gladly wil     But what’s statesmen utter.

               LVIII

In the more Prayer a-going!     Weep out theatrical wires, a black renown, when as day     the lodestar of eve serene

with Daffadillies dight. Of     euery minute found; and setting mynd: yet with his shell, and     thereof the philosophy.

In those which I abide, thou     art not nigh. In Spain, and Lucca, Athens, every vulgarit—     ’ which, for she’s mine host.

               LIX

And nothings, no content. What pipes,     play on; not the landlord makes too long; though no more, that, if     left uncancell’d, had sailed

across the coffee-house, and nowe     the flower as love depend. Sweet bells over and aye? Such     pride disdeigneth to depriue

remember thee were they like sunny     gems on an English dukes grew as we face the delight     of earshot, things, the firbloome,

but scorn—which perhaps, and approve     thee, thy rest’? Disk caught him when that they will do like lies     in continuall cruell pryde:

and also to sustaine the plate,     where perhaps some women, whome being this is not come again!     Yet what a trembled

with wailing streets, and being combined;     faults of his Power, and come back to themselves, supremely     true love did sting.

               LX

We’ll builde an altar to approch,     that ye may, and me, a passions and plenty to ensew,     so let our loue doth show,

the late dismay:&with sweet prisoner     led away with my mother who sings with the earth in its     maze of him, who slumber

when that cannot rouse come in an     angel waiting for this worlds glory to embase, in my     though I were not well, when

all the most desperate I am,     shall darkened are they? They different list from the spindle     drops from offences that’sauce

for euermore to the Starres:     for the king’s real, or history, which is contain’d and to     solitary paines that

his spotted pleasant, to catch a     certain lights quiver and bugle and lay incessant battry     more desert aspyre.

               LXI

—Robin shure wi’ him. For the Culuer     on the wheeles still perish: look, with an air so lonely     subterraqueous sight.

To fly from, as from running in     respect, at least wynd. It occupies me great city sounded     some difficult to

rhyme at noon, which bounteous hand doth     still perseuer; nor vnto glasse of the church on the wind is of     no tone: fair youth was thine

eyes of a kind of birds have tarried.     I seeke and would fall before either old or new. Th’     impending street, as

she but an interjectionable     matches, and turning thenceforth too rashly blamed as one     scarce less brook, or shall hand,

for birds nor the little made, her     snowy browes lyke to a tree. Perhaps she doth with woodbynd     flowers! To whom thy

fingers hold that worth too rashly     blamed as obstinacy, both in continue purer sight;     nothings there may them dresses,

such as she was, too, pass’d in     dew, anemones, that neuer blush Cupids dart. Ashes     prove, a woman, but hard

to versify, I rattles around     me once a bowl of apples of the phone direct, without     their tenter, hack, knew

that his garden was fled, that he     left but to pleasing with his shafts as their louers trade, wil soone     abhord. Temperature

ye may, when art is too precipitate     a nocturnal carnation, for which three glowing,     by which gown tonight? My

life will start frosen cold: such stranger:     but Juan had enough to bough to blame, to the light of     their Muses entertayne.

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10th June >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Saturday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time

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Saint Ephraem, Deacon, Doctor 

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Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Saturday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A(1))

First Reading Tobit 12:1,5-15,20 'I am one of the seven angels who stand ever ready to enter the presence of the glory of the Lord'.

When the feasting was over, Tobit called his son Tobias and said, ‘My son, you ought to think about paying the amount due to your fellow traveller; give him more than the figure agreed on.’ So Tobias called his companion and said, ‘Take half of what you brought back, in payment for all you have done, and go in peace.’

Then Raphael took them both aside and said, ‘Bless God, utter his praise before all the living for all the favours he has given you. Bless and extol his name. Proclaim before all men the deeds of God as they deserve, and never tire of giving him thanks. It is right to keep the secret of a king, yet right to reveal and publish the works of God. Thank him worthily. Do what is good, and no evil can befall you. ‘Prayer with fasting and alms with right conduct are better than riches with iniquity. Better to practise almsgiving than to hoard up gold. Almsgiving saves from death and purges every kind of sin. Those who give alms have their fill of days; those who commit sin and do evil, bring harm on themselves.

‘I am going to tell you the whole truth, hiding nothing from you. I have already told you that it is right to keep the secret of a king, yet right too to reveal in worthy fashion the works of God. So you must know that when you and Sarah were at prayer, it was I who offered your supplications before the glory of the Lord and who read them; so too when you were burying the dead. When you did not hesitate to get up and leave the table to go and bury a dead man, I was sent to test your faith, and at the same time God sent me to heal you and your daughter-in-law Sarah. I am Raphael, one of the seven angels who stand ever ready to enter the presence of the glory of the Lord. ‘Now bless the Lord on earth and give thanks to God. I am about to return to him above who sent me.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Tobit 13:2,6-8

R/ Blessed be God, who lives for ever.

By turns he punishes and pardons; he sends men down to the depths of the underworld and draws them up from supreme Destruction; no one can escape his hand.

R/ Blessed be God, who lives for ever.

If you return to him with all your heart and all your soul, behaving honestly towards him, then he will return to you and hide his face from you no longer.

R/ Blessed be God, who lives for ever.

Consider how well he has treated you; loudly give him thanks. Bless the Lord of justice and extol the King of the ages.

R/ Blessed be God, who lives for ever.

I for my part sing his praise in the country of my exile; I make his power and greatness known to a nation that has sinned.

R/ Blessed be God, who lives for ever.

Sinners, return to him; let your conduct be upright before him; perhaps he will be gracious to you and take pity on you.

R/ Blessed be God, who lives for ever.

Gospel Acclamation cf. Luke 8:15

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed are those who, with a noble and generous heart, take the word of God to themselves and yield a harvest through their perseverance. Alleluia!

Or: Matthew 5:3

Alleluia, alleluia! How happy are the poor in spirit: theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 12:38-44 This poor widow has put in more than all.

In his teaching Jesus said, ‘Beware of the scribes who like to walk about in long robes, to be greeted obsequiously in the market squares, to take the front seats in the synagogues and the places of honour at banquets; these are the men who swallow the property of widows, while making a show of lengthy prayers. The more severe will be the sentence they receive.’

He sat down opposite the treasury and watched the people putting money into the treasury, and many of the rich put in a great deal. A poor widow came and put in two small coins, the equivalent of a penny. Then he called his disciples and said to them, ‘I tell you solemnly, this poor widow has put more in than all who have contributed to the treasury; for they have all put in money they had over, but she from the little she had has put in everything she possessed, all she had to live on.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Ephraem, Deacon, Doctor 

(Liturgical Colour: White: A(1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Colossians 3:12-17 Be clothed in love.

You are God’s chosen race, his saints; he loves you, and you should be clothed in sincere compassion, in kindness and humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with one another; forgive each other as soon as a quarrel begins. The Lord has forgiven you; now you must do the same. Over all these clothes, to keep them together and complete them, put on love. And may the peace of Christ reign in your hearts, because it is for this that you were called together as parts of one body. Always be thankful.

Let the message of Christ, in all its richness, find a home with you. Teach each other, and advise each other, in all wisdom. With gratitude in your hearts sing psalms and hymns and inspired songs to God; and never say or do anything except in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 36(37):3-6,30-31

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

If you trust in the Lord and do good, then you will live in the land and be secure. If you find your delight in the Lord, he will grant your heart’s desire.

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

Commit your life to the Lord, trust in him and he will act, so that your justice breaks forth like the light, your cause like the noon-day sun.

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

The just man’s mouth utters wisdom and his lips speak what is right; the law of his God is in his heart, his steps shall be saved from stumbling.

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

Gospel Acclamation John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel Luke 6:43-45 A sound tree cannot produce rotten fruit.

Jesus said to his disciples: ‘There is no sound tree that produces rotten fruit, nor again a rotten tree that produces sound fruit. For every tree can be told by its own fruit: people do not pick figs from thorns, nor gather grapes from brambles. A good man draws what is good from the store of goodness in his heart; a bad man draws what is bad from the store of badness. For a man’s words flow out of what fills his heart.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary   

(Liturgical Colour: White: A(1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Genesis 3:9-15,20 The mother of all those who live.

After Adam had eaten of the tree the Lord God called to him. ‘Where are you?’ he asked. ‘I heard the sound of you in the garden;’ he replied ‘I was afraid because I was naked, so I hid.’ ‘Who told you that you were naked?’ he asked ‘Have you been eating of the tree I forbade you to eat?’ The man replied, ‘It was the woman you put with me; she gave me the fruit, and I ate it.’ Then the Lord God asked the woman, ‘What is this you have done?’ The woman replied, ‘The serpent tempted me and I ate.’ Then the Lord God said to the serpent, ‘Because you have done this,

‘Be accursed beyond all cattle, all wild beasts. You shall crawl on your belly and eat dust every day of your life. I will make you enemies of each other: you and the woman, your offspring and her offspring. It will crush your head and you will strike its heel.’

The man named his wife ‘Eve’ because she was the mother of all those who live.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

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First reading Genesis 12:1-7 All the tribes of the earth shall bless themselves by you

The Lord said to Abram, ‘Leave your country, your family and your father’s house, for the land I will show you. I will make you a great nation; I will bless you and make your name so famous that it will be used as a blessing.

‘I will bless those who bless you: I will curse those who slight you. All the tribes of the earth shall bless themselves by you.’

So Abram went as the Lord told him, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he left Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had amassed and the people they had acquired in Haran. They set off for the land of Canaan, and arrived there. Abram passed through the land as far as Shechem’s holy place, the Oak of Moreh. At that time the Canaanites were in the land. The Lord appeared to Abram and said, ‘It is to your descendants that I will give this land.’ So Abram built there an altar for the Lord who had appeared to him.

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First reading 2 Samuel 7:1-5,8-11,16 The Lord will make you great; the Lord will make you a House

Once David had settled into his house and the Lord had given him rest from all the enemies surrounding him, the king said to the prophet Nathan, ‘Look, I am living in a house of cedar while the ark of God dwells in a tent.’ Nathan said to the king, ‘Go and do all that is in your mind, for the Lord is with you.’ But that very night the word of the Lord came to Nathan: ‘Go and tell my servant David, “Thus the Lord speaks: Are you the man to build me a house to dwell in? I took you from the pasture, from following the sheep, to be leader of my people Israel; I have been with you on all your expeditions; I have cut off all your enemies before you. I will give you fame as great as the fame of the greatest on earth. I will provide a place for my people Israel; I will plant them there and they shall dwell in that place and never be disturbed again; nor shall the wicked continue to oppress them as they did, in the days when I appointed judges over my people Israel; I will give them rest from all their enemies. The Lord will make you great; the Lord will make you a House. Your House and your sovereignty will always stand secure before me and your throne be established for ever.”’

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First reading 1 Chronicles 15:3-4,15-16,16:1-2 They brought in the ark of God and put it inside the tent that David had pitched for it

David gathered all Israel together to bring the ark of God up to the place he had prepared for it. David called together the sons of Aaron and the sons of Levi. And the Levites carried the ark of God with the shafts on their shoulders, as Moses had ordered in accordance with the word of the Lord. David then told the heads of the Levites to assign duties for their kinsmen as cantors, with their various instruments of music, harps and lyres and cymbals, to play joyful tunes. They brought the ark of God in and put it inside the tent that David had pitched for it; and they offered holocausts before God, and communion sacrifices. And when David had finished offering holocausts and communion sacrifices, he blessed the people in the name of the Lord.

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First reading Proverbs 8:22-31 Before the earth came into being, Wisdom was born

The Wisdom of God cries aloud:

The Lord created me when his purpose first unfolded, before the oldest of his works. From everlasting I was firmly set, from the beginning, before earth came into being. The deep was not, when I was born, there were no springs to gush with water. Before the mountains were settled, before the hills, I came to birth; before he made the earth, the countryside, or the first grains of the world’s dust. When he fixed the heavens firm, I was there, when he drew a ring on the surface of the deep, when he thickened the clouds above, when he fixed fast the springs of the deep, when he assigned the sea its boundaries  – and the waters will not invade the shore – when he laid down the foundations of the earth, I was by his side, a master craftsman, delighting him day after day, ever at play in his presence, at play everywhere in his world, delighting to be with the sons of men.

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First reading Ecclesiasticus 24:1-4,8-12,18-21 From eternity, in the beginning, God created wisdom

Wisdom speaks her own praises, in the midst of her people she glories in herself. She opens her mouth in the assembly of the Most High, she glories in herself in the presence of the Mighty One: ‘I came forth from the mouth of the Most High, and I covered the earth like a mist. I had my tent in the heights, and my throne in a pillar of cloud. Then the creator of all things instructed me, and he who created me fixed a place for my tent. He said, “Pitch your tent in Jacob, make Israel your inheritance.” From eternity, in the beginning, he created me, and for eternity I shall remain. I ministered before him in the holy tabernacle, and thus was I established on Zion. In the beloved city he has given me rest, and in Jerusalem I wield my authority. I have taken root in a privileged people, in the Lord’s property, in his inheritance. Approach me, you who desire me, and take your fill of my fruits, for memories of me are sweeter than honey, inheriting me is sweeter than the honeycomb. They who eat me will hunger for more, they who drink me will thirst for more. Whoever listens to me will never have to blush, whoever acts as I dictate will never sin.’

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First reading Isaiah 7:10-14,8:10 The maiden is with child

The Lord spoke to Ahaz and said, ‘Ask the Lord your God for a sign for yourself coming either from the depths of Sheol or from the heights above.’ ‘No,’ Ahaz answered ‘I will not put the Lord to the test.’ Then Isaiah said:

‘Listen now, House of David: are you not satisfied with trying the patience of men without trying the patience of my God, too? The Lord himself, therefore, will give you a sign. It is this: the maiden is with child and will soon give birth to a son whom she will call Immanuel, a name which means “God-is-with-us.”’

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First reading Isaiah 9:1-6 A Son is given to us

The people that walked in darkness has seen a great light; on those who live in a land of deep shadow a light has shone. You have made their gladness greater, you have made their joy increase; they rejoice in your presence as men rejoice at harvest time, as men are happy when they are dividing the spoils.

For the yoke that was weighing on him, the bar across his shoulders, the rod of his oppressor, these you break as on the day of Midian.

For all the footgear of battle, every cloak rolled in blood, is burnt, and consumed by fire.

For there is a child born for us, a son given to us and dominion is laid on his shoulders; and this is the name they give him: Wonder-Counsellor, Mighty-God, Eternal-Father, Prince-of-Peace.

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First reading Isaiah 61:9-11 I exult for joy in the Lord

Their race will be famous throughout the nations, their descendants throughout the peoples. All who see them will admit that they are a race whom the Lord has blessed.

‘I exult for joy in the Lord, my soul rejoices in my God, for he has clothed me in the garments of salvation, he has wrapped me in the cloak of integrity, like a bridegroom wearing his wreath, like a bride adorned in her jewels.

‘For as the earth makes fresh things grow, as a garden makes seeds spring up, so will the Lord make both integrity and praise spring up in the sight of the nations.’

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First reading Micah 5:1-4 He will stand and feed his flock with the power of the Lord

The Lord says this:

But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, the least of the clans of Judah, out of you will be born for me the one who is to rule over Israel; his origin goes back to the distant past, to the days of old. The Lord is therefore going to abandon them till the time when she who is to give birth gives birth. Then the remnant of his brothers will come back to the sons of Israel. He will stand and feed his flock with the power of the Lord, with the majesty of the name of his God. They will live secure, for from then on he will extend his power to the ends of the land. He himself will be peace.

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First reading Zechariah 2:14-17 'I am coming', says the Lord

Sing, rejoice, daughter of Zion; for I am coming to dwell in the middle of you – it is the Lord who speaks. Many nations will join the Lord, on that day; they will become his people. But he will remain among you, and you will know that the Lord of Hosts has sent me to you. But the Lord will hold Judah as his portion in the Holy Land, and again make Jerusalem his very own. Let all mankind be silent before the Lord! For he is awaking and is coming from his holy dwelling.

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Responsorial Psalm 1 Samuel 2:1,4-8

My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

My heart exults in the Lord. I find my strength in my God; my mouth laughs at my enemies as I rejoice in your saving help.

My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

The bows of the mighty are broken, but the weak are clothed with strength. Those with plenty must labour for bread, but the hungry need work no more. The childless wife has children now but the fruitful wife bears no more.

My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

It is the Lord who gives life and death, he brings men to the grave and back; it is the Lord who gives poverty and riches. He brings men low and raises them on high.

My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

He lifts up the lowly from the dust, from the dungheap he raises the poor to set him in the company of princes to give him a glorious throne. For the pillars of the earth are the Lord’s, on them he has set the world.

My heart exults in the Lord my Saviour.

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Responsorial Psalm Judith 13:18a-19

You are the highest honour of our race!

May you be blessed, my daughter, by God Most High, beyond all women on earth; and may the Lord God be blessed, the Creator of heaven and earth.

You are the highest honour of our race!

The trust you have shown shall not pass from the memories of men, but shall ever remind them of the power of God.

You are the highest honour of our race!

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Responsorial Psalm Psalm 44(45):11-12,14-17

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words: forget your own people and your father’s house. So will the king desire your beauty: He is your lord, pay homage to him.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

The daughter of the king is clothed with splendour, her robes embroidered with pearls set in gold. She is led to the king with her maiden companions.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

They are escorted amid gladness and joy; they pass within the palace of the king. Sons shall be yours in place of your fathers: you will make them princes over all the earth.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

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Responsorial Psalm Psalm 112(113):1-7

May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore! or Alleluia!

Praise, O servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord! May the name of the Lord be blessed both now and for evermore!

May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore! or Alleluia!

From the rising of the sun to its setting praised be the name of the Lord! High above all nations is the Lord, above the heavens his glory.

May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore! or Alleluia!

Who is like the Lord, our God, who has risen on high to his throne yet stoops from the heights to look down, to look down upon heaven and earth? From the dust he lifts up the lowly, from the dungheap he raises the poor

May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore! or Alleluia!

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Responsorial Psalm Luke 1:46-55

The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy is his name! or Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who bore the Son of the eternal Father.

My soul glorifies the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God, my Saviour.

The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy is his name! or Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who bore the Son of the eternal Father.

He looks on his servant in her nothingness; henceforth all ages will call me blessed. The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy his name!

The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy is his name! or Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who bore the Son of the eternal Father.

His mercy is from age to age, on those who fear him. He puts forth his arm in strength and scatters the proud-hearted.

The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy is his name! or Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who bore the Son of the eternal Father.

He casts the mighty from their thrones and raises the lowly. He fills the starving with good things, sends the rich away empty.

The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy is his name! or Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who bore the Son of the eternal Father.

He protects Israel, his servant, remembering his mercy, the mercy promised to our fathers, to Abraham and his sons for ever.

The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy is his name! or Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who bore the Son of the eternal Father.

Gospel Acclamation cf.Lk1:28

Alleluia, alleluia! Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee! Blessed art thou among women. Alleluia!

Or: cf.Lk1:45

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who believed that the promise made her by the Lord would be fulfilled. Alleluia!

Or: cf.Lk2:19

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed is the Virgin Mary, who treasured the word of God and pondered it in her heart. Alleluia!

Or: Lk11:28

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy are those who hear the word of God and keep it. Alleluia!

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed are you, holy Virgin Mary, and most worthy of all praise, for the sun of justice, Christ our God, was born of you. Alleluia!

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy is the Virgin Mary, who, without dying, won the palm of martyrdom beneath the cross of the Lord. Alleluia!

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Gospel Matthew 1:1-16,18-23 The ancestry and conception of Jesus Christ

A genealogy of Jesus Christ, son of David, son of Abraham:

Abraham was the father of Isaac, Isaac the father of Jacob, Jacob the father of Judah and his brothers, Judah was the father of Perez and Zerah, Tamar being their mother, Perez was the father of Hezron, Hezron the father of Ram, Ram was the father of Amminadab, Amminadab the father of Nahshon, Nahshon the father of Salmon, Salmon was the father of Boaz, Rahab being his mother, Boaz was the father of Obed, Ruth being his mother, Obed was the father of Jesse; and Jesse was the father of King David.

David was the father of Solomon, whose mother had been Uriah’s wife, Solomon was the father of Rehoboam, Rehoboam the father of Abijah, Abijah the father of Asa, Asa was the father of Jehoshaphat, Jehoshaphat the father of Joram, Joram the father of Azariah, Azariah was the father of Jotham, Jotham the father of Ahaz, Ahaz the father of Hezekiah, Hezekiah was the father of Manasseh, Manasseh the father of Amon, Amon the father of Josiah; and Josiah was the father of Jechoniah and his brothers. Then the deportation to Babylon took place.

After the deportation to Babylon: Jechoniah was the father of Shealtiel, Shealtiel the father of Zerubbabel, Zerubbabel was the father of Abiud, Abiud the father of Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor, Azor was the father of Zadok, Zadok the father of Achim, Achim the father of Eliud, Eliud was the father of Eleazar, Eleazar the father of Matthan, Matthan the father of Jacob; and Jacob was the father of Joseph the husband of Mary; of her was born Jesus who is called Christ.

This is how Jesus Christ came to be born. His mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph; but before they came to live together she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Her husband Joseph; being a man of honour and wanting to spare her publicity, decided to divorce her informally. He had made up his mind to do this when the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, ‘Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because she has conceived what is in her by the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son and you must name him Jesus, because he is the one who is to save his people from their sins.’ Now all this took place to fulfil the words spoken by the Lord through the prophet:

The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son and they will call him Emmanuel,

a name which means ‘God-is-with-us.’

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Gospel Matthew 1:18-23 How Jesus Christ came to be born

This is how Jesus Christ came to be born. His mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph; but before they came to live together she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Her husband Joseph; being a man of honour and wanting to spare her publicity, decided to divorce her informally. He had made up his mind to do this when the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, ‘Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because she has conceived what is in her by the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son and you must name him Jesus, because he is the one who is to save his people from their sins.’ Now all this took place to fulfil the words spoken by the Lord through the prophet:

The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son and they will call him Emmanuel,

a name which means ‘God-is-with-us.’

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Gospel Matthew 2:13-15,19-23 The flight into Egypt and the return to Nazareth

After the wise men had left, the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, ‘Get up, take the child and his mother with you, and escape into Egypt, and stay there until I tell you, because Herod intends to search for the child and do away with him.’ So Joseph got up and, taking the child and his mother with him, left that night for Egypt, where he stayed until Herod was dead. This was to fulfil what the Lord had spoken through the prophet:

I called my son out of Egypt.

After Herod’s death, the angel of the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt and said, ‘Get up, take the child and his mother with you and go back to the land of Israel, for those who wanted to kill the child are dead.’ So Joseph got up and, taking the child and his mother with him, went back to the land of Israel. But when he learnt that Archelaus had succeeded his father Herod as ruler of Judaea he was afraid to go there, and being warned in a dream he left for the region of Galilee. There he settled in a town called Nazareth. In this way the words spoken through the prophets were to be fulfilled:

‘He will be called a Nazarene.’

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Gospel Matthew 12:46-50 My mother and my brothers are anyone who does the will of my Father in heaven

Jesus was speaking to the crowds when his mother and his brothers appeared; they were standing outside and were anxious to have a word with him. But to the man who told him this Jesus replied, ‘Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?’ And stretching out his hand towards his disciples he said, ‘Here are my mother and my brothers. Anyone who does the will of my Father in heaven, he is my brother and sister and mother.’

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Gospel Luke 1:26-38 'I am the handmaid of the Lord'

The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. He went in and said to her, ‘Rejoice, so highly favoured! The Lord is with you.’ She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, ‘Mary, do not be afraid; you have won God’s favour. Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for ever and his reign will have no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?’ ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you’ the angel answered ‘and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and will be called Son of God. Know this too: your kinswoman Elizabeth has, in her old age, herself conceived a son, and she whom people called barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God.’ ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord,’ said Mary ‘let what you have said be done to me.’ And the angel left her.

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Gospel Luke 1:39-47 Blessed is she who believed the promise

Mary set out and went as quickly as she could to a town in the hill country of Judah. She went into Zechariah’s house and greeted Elizabeth. Now as soon as Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leapt in her womb and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. She gave a loud cry and said, ‘Of all women you are the most blessed, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. Why should I be honoured with a visit from the mother of my Lord? For the moment your greeting reached my ears, the child in my womb leapt for joy. Yes, blessed is she who believed that the promise made her by the Lord would be fulfilled.’ And Mary said:

‘My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord and my spirit exults in God my saviour.’

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Gospel Luke 2:1-14 'In the town of David a saviour has been born to you'

Caesar Augustus issued a decree for a census of the whole world to be taken. This census – the first – took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria, and everyone went to his own town to be registered. So Joseph set out from the town of Nazareth in Galilee and travelled up to Judaea, to the town of David called Bethlehem, since he was of David’s House and line, in order to be registered together with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. While they were there the time came for her to have her child, and she gave birth to a son, her first born. She wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger because there was no room for them at the inn. In the countryside close by there were shepherds who lived in the fields and took it in turns to watch their flocks during the night. The angel of the Lord appeared to them and the glory of the Lord shone round them. They were terrified, but the angel said, ‘Do not be afraid. Listen, I bring you news of great joy, a joy to be shared by the whole people. Today in the town of David a saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. And here is a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.’ And suddenly with the angel there was a great throng of the heavenly host, praising God and singing:

‘Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace to men who enjoy his favour.’

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Gospel Luke 2:15-19 The shepherds hurried to Bethlehem and found the baby lying in the manger

Now when the angels had gone from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let us go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened which the Lord has made known to us.’ So they hurried away and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. When they saw the child they repeated what they had been told about him, and everyone who heard it was astonished at what the shepherds had to say. As for Mary, she treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart.

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Gospel Luke 2:27-35 'A sword will pierce your soul too'

Prompted by the Spirit Simeon came to the Temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the Law required, he took him into his arms and blessed God; and he said:

‘Now, Master, you can let your servant go in peace, just as you promised; because my eyes have seen the salvation which you have prepared for all the nations to see, a light to enlighten the pagans and the glory of your people Israel.’

As the child’s father and mother stood there wondering at the things that were being said about him, Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, ‘You see this child: he is destined for the fall and for the rising of many in Israel, destined to be a sign that is rejected – and a sword will pierce your own soul too – so that the secret thoughts of many may be laid bare.’

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Gospel Luke 2:41-52 Mary stored up all these things in her heart

Every year the parents of Jesus used to go to Jerusalem for the feast of the Passover. When he was twelve years old, they went up for the feast as usual. When they were on their way home after the feast, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem without his parents knowing it. They assumed he was with the caravan, and it was only after a day’s journey that they went to look for him among their relations and acquaintances. When they failed to find him they went back to Jerusalem looking for him everywhere. Three days later, they found him in the Temple, sitting among the doctors, listening to them, and asking them questions; and all those who heard him were astounded at his intelligence and his replies. They were overcome when they saw him, and his mother said to him, ‘My child, why have, you done this to us? See how worried your father and I have been, looking for you.’ ‘Why were you looking for me?’ he replied. ‘Did you not know that I must be busy with my Father’s affairs?’ But they did not understand what he meant. He then went down with them and came to Nazareth and lived under their authority. His mother stored up all these things in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom, in stature, and in favour with God and men.

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Gospel Luke 11:27-28 'Happy the womb that bore you and the breasts you sucked!'

As Jesus was speaking, a woman in the crowd raised her voice and said, ‘Happy the womb that bore you and the breasts you sucked!’ But he replied, ‘Still happier those who hear the word of God and keep it!’

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Gospel John 2:1-11 'My hour has not come yet' - 'Do whatever he tells you'

There was a wedding at Cana in Galilee. The mother of Jesus was there, and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited. When they ran out of wine, since the wine provided for the wedding was all finished, the mother of Jesus said to him, ‘They have no wine.’ Jesus said ‘Woman, why turn to me? My hour has not come yet.’ His mother said to the servants, ‘Do whatever he tells you.’ There were six stone water jars standing there, meant for the ablutions that are customary among the Jews: each could hold twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to the servants, ‘Fill the jars with water’, and they filled them to the brim. ‘Draw some out now’ he told them ‘and take it to the steward.’ They did this; the steward tasted the water, and it had turned into wine. Having no idea where it came from – only the servants who had drawn the water knew – the steward called the bridegroom and said, ‘People generally serve the best wine first, and keep the cheaper sort till the guests have had plenty to drink; but you have kept the best wine till now.’ This was the first of the signs given by Jesus: it was given at Cana in Galilee. He let his glory be seen, and his disciples believed in him.

Or:

Gospel John 19:25-27 'Woman, this is your son'.

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala. Seeing his mother and the disciple he loved standing near her, Jesus said to his mother, ‘Woman, this is your son.’ Then to the disciple he said, ‘This is your mother.’ And from that moment the disciple made a place for her in his home.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.

[albertfinch]

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY – January 31, 2023

Jesus is your best friend as well as your King.  Living in HIs presence means living in two realms simultaneously:  the visible world and the unseen, eternal reality.  You confess daily of your consciousness of Him while walking along precarious earthbound paths. Together, with Jesus, you will face whatever each day brings:  pleasures, hardships, adventures, disappointments.  "I can bring beauty out of the ashes" - Isaiah 61:3

                                       Meditation:

It is imperative that we all take a strong stand. We must make up our minds to not continue to stumble about in the confusion that seems to gridlock today's culture. Rather, we must walk with God-given goals and aims and discerning His divine PURPOSE for our life.  

We're not to be vague, thoughtless, and distracted during these days. We can and must discover great guidance and guidelines for living day by day, advancing in the knowledge of His CALLING on our life, possessing the wisdom that God is offering to us.

Paul, in Ephesians 5:15-17, offers the Church a most severe warning: "Look carefully then how you walk! Live purposefully and worthily and accurately, not as the unwise and witless, but as wise (sensible, intelligent people), making the very most of the time [buying up each occasion], because the days are evil. Therefore do not be vague and thoughtless and foolish, but understanding and firmly grasping what the will of the Lord is" (AMP).

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[amicidomenicani]

Question Good morning Father Angelo, I would like to have your advice regarding my current situation. I was raised to be part of my local parish community until the age of eighteen. Until then, I was a faithful christian who certainly committed small sins, but never major ones. At the age of eighteen, I met my current partner. When I reached the age of 30 we started cohabiting. We have two wonderful children, our life is good, nevertheless, since we met I slowly moved away from Christian faith and I no longer attend the Sunday mass. My life significantly changed for the worse: I committed many sins, without even caring for what I was doing. I approached other women, some of them were even married; in short, I live a life far from the principles that God taught us through His Commandments. However, about five years ago, something strange happened to me: I was walking around the city alone, but when I stepped in front of the cathedral I suddenly felt a call, a need to enter the church and talk with God. It was something unexpected, but I decided to enter and to confess. I confessed to God all my sins, the priest said he was very sorry but he could not give me the absolution, even if he saw in me a sincere repentance. He advised me to "regularize my position” (i.e. get married according to the catholic ritual) so that I could have approached the Holy Confession in its fullness, and then receive the Eucharist. That episode created a breakthrough in my life. I started attending the Mass regularly, bringing my children to church, and trying to teach them some easy prayers, even if they do not always collaborate. Finally, my partner and I decided to start the preparation to get married in the Catholic Church. The doubt that currently torments me is: am I worthy to approach this sacrament, considering my past as a sinner? If I cannot approach the sacrament of reconciliation and be absolved due to the current cohabiting situation, how can I properly approach marriage? Honestly, I do not feel it would be right to abandon my two young children in order to live separate from my spouse-to-be until the day of the wedding.  Father, thank you for your patience in reading these letter of mine, Lori Answer from the priest Dear Lori, 1. I cannot stop thanking the Lord for the multitude of conversions he grants to menkind and to his Holy Church. His way of attracting people, sometimes working on their souls day after day, sometimes suddenly, as it did for you, never ceases to amaze me. Saint Paul was gripped by Christ the moment he entered Damascus to persecute Christians. As soon as he heard His voice and His name, he said: “Lord, what can I do for you?”. Something similar has happened to you too. You passed in front of a Cathedral, ignoring the fact that the Lord was there, waiting for you, but He called you through your heart and you walked in. Suddenly, God invaded your soul and your heart. With the presence of the Lord you then felt the need to confess your sins and be purified. How touching is to think about the emotions for all these feelings arousing in you so unexpectedly and in such a short time! You will never forget that day. It will forever stay as one of the greatest days in your life. 2. The priest, as expected, withheld absolution. But he welcomed you. And just as Ananias healed Paul’s blindness and told him what to do next, the priest advised you to "regularize your position" in order to be able to approach the Holy Confession worthily, and then receive the Eucharist. 3. He did not absolve you, but he covered you with the Grace of God, which from that day began to guide your steps on a journey of true conversion in preparation of your Confession, Holy Communion, and the Sacrament of Marriage. With all this, accompanied by sincere repentance of your sins, you’re already living to a certain degree a Communion with God. 4. You ask me whether or not you are worthy to receive the sacrament of marriage considering your past as a si

nner. None of us deserves to live in Communion with God, It is an infinite grace of His mercy. But as Lord called you back to Himself, so He also knows how to renew you and make you shine before His eyes in the same way that the father of the prodigal son clothed the son who had squandered his patrimony by living in a dissolute way. 5. The day before the wedding (or even a few days later) you will go to Confession. You will acquire the sanctifying grace even while living together with your fiancée by avoiding intimacy. You will keep the grace by living those precious days in chastity, the same way that Moses, and all the people before they encountered God on the mount of Sinai and received his Law purified himself, behaved chastely and with supreme devotion. I want to thank you for this beautiful testimony of the Lord's infinite love for you and for your family. I assure you my prayers, certain that many visitors will join me in praying for you. May the grace of the Lord descend abundantly on you, on your future wife, and on your two dear children in the three great sacraments that you will shortly receive: Confession, Holy Communion and Marriage. I wish you a fruitful journey of Christian life and I bless you. Father Angelo November 25, 2019 | A priest answers - Liturgy and pastoral care - Pastoral section