Archive | August 16, 2012

Thank God Ahead of Time ~ Venerable Fr. Solanus Casey ~ Saint from Detroit

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Thank God ahead of time, whether you get your prayer answered in the way you wanted it to, or not. Be grateful for whatever God’s Will is. Whether you get a healing or God calls you to trust Him, through your present trials.

Venerable Fr. Solanus Casey died in 1957, in Detroit Michigan, USA. He loved the Detroit Tigers baseball team, and cheered them on, from the stands. He could not hear Confessions, nor preach a Homily. He was a Priest Simplex, because he did not know German and wasn’t learned. Yet, in his lifetime, more miracle were attributed to his intercession than any other saint here in the United States, while he was alive. He has helped many people, me included.

After Fr John A. Hardon’s Funeral Mass, on January 3, 2001 we went to the Capuchin Friary, where Father Solanus Casey is buried. I felt pulled there, because this saintly priest, who could not hear Confessions, knew that this Diocese that I live in has far more unworthy priests, who should never hear another Confession again. But, do anyways. This saint from Detroit has assisted me oh so many times, when I go to Confession or deal with rogue priests, that I cannot stop singing God’s Praises; for this saint’s intercessory prayers, from God’s heavenly altar.

“Venerable Fr. Solanus Casey, ora pro nobis!”

Cranky Old Man…..Poem

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Cranky Old Man…..

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!