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indynerdgirl · 7 months

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[Image Text: Please, please, please, if you even so much as glance at this post - share it for us and help us storm heaven!!! Our little girl needs a miracle and I beg any and every one of you to pray, pray, pray! Even if you don't know how to pray, please just ask God to heal Vianney’s brain. Now is the time for her miracle. We are devastated. Ever since we first found out about her diagnosis of left hemimegalencephaly, we have been praying and asking you all to pray that her right brain be spared. And you have shown up and helped us pray for this intention! All along the doctors have told us how strong and beautiful her right brain looked. However, this all changed sometime in the night between Friday and Saturday. At a time when we thought we were in the clear and were actually making plans to go home in a couple of weeks (!), something happened. The doctors can't explain it, they are looking into every avenue, as this was completely unexpected and unexplainable. She was awake. She was breathing on her own. She was moving. Shad was with her Friday night and video chatted me and I could not wait to see her the next day, finally alert! But suddenly very early that morning she took a turn and stopped responding. That's when her seizures started and they were indeed coming from the right side this time, due to whatever injury the right side sustained. They said her injury looks consistent with hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy but none of her vitals ever changed and her labs have remained great. There is truly no explanation at this time. My heart is broken. I cry out to God to understand why, in this final moment, when we were so close to her recovery, did this happen? I am trusting in Him with all my might and KNOW in my heart and soul that He is loving her far greater than I, but oh man I am absolutely broken. She has lost 40-60% of function in her right brain. Even typing it out and reading it in this post is too cruel to bear. They don't expect that she is in dire life threatening circumstances yet but they also can't say that her brain won't be injured further - since we still don't have a cause. Even if she survives all of this and is able to come home, we don't yet know what kind of life our little, beautiful perfect girl will have with only 25% of her brain. At this point, the most basic expectation is that she will not be able to walk or talk along with many other difficulties. She is outside of what they can do (other than trying to prevent more damage) and is truly in God's hands now. I told our priest yesterday before we got the full news - perhaps God is giving us the most dire of circumstances to give us the most miraculous of recoveries. In a world that needs to witness a miracle more than ever, I am praying to God that He show us one now. Please, please, please, keep praying for our Vianney - that her brain is completely healed and she can defy all medical expectations. And if now is the time for a miracle, then we are asking you to also beg for the prayers of the Blessed Ulma family. Soon I will share more about this incredible family, but for now we are asking them to pray along with us for our little Vianney’s miracle!]

Please storm heaven for my friend's little girl! 🙏

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Prayer for the Intercession of the Ulma Family

Almighty and eternal God,

We thank You for the testimony of the heroic love of the spouses Józef and Wiktoria with their children, who gave their lives to save persecuted Jews.

May their prayers and example support families in Christian life and help everyone to follow the true path of holiness.

Lord, if it is in accordance with Your will, kindly grant the grace for the complete healing of little Vianney, for which we are asking You through their intercession and count them among the Blessed.

Through Christ Our Lord

Amen

Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…

#prayer request #prayer #prayers needed #blessed ulma family #catholic #tumblr catholics #yes i have permission to share all of this #jennifer's fb is public due to her A Love So Strong ministry

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geekedoutbunny · 5 months

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Macaque x Nun! Reader - Come With Me

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Title: Macaque x Nun! Reader Come With Me

Paring: Macaque x Nun! Reader

Rating: Rated M

Warning: Child abandonment, orphans, lying, religious beliefs, abandonment of religion, Anthropolatry

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The bells in the church charmed signifying the start of lunch, nuns of all ages raced down the stairs and through the halls, all coming from different directions as they made their way to the dining hall, children who were dressed in proper wear were mixed in with the nuns. Once in the dining room, they all separated, going to their usual seats with their friends as they all waited for lunch to be served. The children were all seated between a nun, child, nun, child, nun, child, and so forth. They were all chatting among themselves as plates and silverware were placed down before them by other nuns, it didn't take long for everyone to settle in, their plates empty as they waited for the head nun and the priest. Laughter and chatting could be heard for a while before the doors opened making everyone become silent immediately.

The priest bowed his head in welcome, and the nuns all greeted him back in kind, next came the head nun, and she too bowed her head in greeting, and everyone responded back in kind. They all silently waited for them to take their seats at the head of the table, everyone bowed their heads in prayer as the priest spoke. "We thank you, Mother Mary, for blessing us with this joyous meal that we are all going to share together. Thank you for allowing us to wake up and see another day, for watching over our young, and for keeping us all safe. Mother Mary, I ask of you to continue to keep your guiding hand over our heads as we continue about our day, I pray that we continue to follow you in your holy footsteps, to continue to rebuke the devil, in the name of Mother Mary, Brother Joseph and the holy child that is Jesus Christ, Amen." "Amen. " All the nuns and children repeated before they raised their heads, and they served themselves lunch.

The head nun watched all the younger nuns help make the children and themselves plates, she looked on proudly before her eyes suddenly darkened in the realization that a nun was missing. She gave an annoyed sigh as she shook her head. 'Sister (Y/n) is missing, again... I bet she's hanging out with that filthy demon boy again.' She thought in distaste as she looked towards the windows. The sky was mostly clear a few whispy clouds floated along, as you ran through the short green grass, your breath coming out in pants as you raced up the hill towards the old oak tree that sat tall. You raced towards it coming to a slow stop as you huffed, you ran the moment the bell rang, getting lost in the hungry crowd and taking advantage of their one-track minds as you ducked out the door.

You walked up to the tree, its thick trunk and equally thick branches always left you speechless, it was a giant, healthy tree, it's been there for as long as you could remember. You sighed as you placed your hand gently on the trunk of the tree, staring up at it with an admiring gaze. "I hope to live just as old as you one day, grand oka." You spoke aloud to yourself. A chuckle sounded out. "Hehehe! I doubt you'd be able to live that long, but hey, a girl can dream, right?" Came a male voice. You slowly smiled as you looked around, searching for the owner of the voice.

He couldn't be seen anywhere, your eyes darted back and forth as you looked for him. "I could if I tried." You spoke back in a half-hearted argument. "I'm not sure about that, you'd have to be immortal to pull off such a feat, something you ain't." He mocked. You rolled your eyes, but your smile grew bigger. "That may be true, but if I pray and believe in Mother Mary, then I can live forever by her side." You said, walking around the tree as you continued to search for him. He scoffed. "And you actually believe that? I've been to your so-called 'heaven', and believe me, there is no 'Mary' there." He spoke. Your smile slightly faded at his words. "If that's true, why do we pray to her then?" You asked.

"I don't know, perhaps it's a way to keep yourself sane, a way to have answers that don't exist, such as why the universe exists, who made the planets, and whatnot." He said, his logic always made you have doubts about your own beliefs, but you never gave up. "If that's true, then you must know who created those very things then." You said, trying to find a loophole in his response, you rouned the tree at a slow pace, vanishing behind the large trunk before Macaque walked at an equally slow pace behind you, an amused smile on his face as he played mary-go-round with you without you realizing it.

He gave an amused chuckle. "Wouldn't you like to know what I know." He said teasingly, you looked around thoughtfully. "I would actually, you say you know some of everything there is to know, and I would like to learn from you." You said honestly. He went silent for a moment before you pulled back in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you.

You stared at him questionably while he gave you a devious smirk. "I can do more than just teach you. When I can show you." He said in a convincing tone. You stared at him, your eyes wide and glossy with curiosity and excitement. "Could you really?" You asked him, hope in your voice. He nodded, a charming smirk on his face. You looked down at his offered hand, and you looked back at the church. Uncertainty lay in your eyes.

"I can't leave the church grounds, it's against the rules." You said, sadness in your voice as you looked back at him, your eyes dimmed down with disappointment. He looked at the church with an unimpressive gaze before he looked back at you. "It'll be quick, besides, who would even know if you're gone or not, it's not like they know you're out here." He said his brow arching in thought. You stared at him nervously before you looked down at his offered hand and back at the church. "I don't want to disobey Mother Mary, for I've been blessed by her, and I don't wish to take her blessing for granted." You explained.

He rolled his eyes as he dropped his offered hand. "Oh, come on!! Being blessed by 'Mother Mary' doesn't mean that you can't live a little." He said as he stared at you with an annoyed stared. You shook your head as you backed away from him slowly. "I'm sorry, Macaque, but I can't disobey, I've been chosen, and I refuse to ruin it." You said, slight anger in your voice as you spoke to him. He stared at you with a bored stare before he looked away from you, he crossed his arms and leaned back against the tree. "Fine, go and continue to play good girl for 'Mother Mary', but I can tell you now, she isn't real, and she doesn't care for you like that." He said in a solemn voice.

You glared at him as you pouted. "She is real!! And she does love me!! She -" Your defense was cut off by a scoff by Macaque. "She what? Did she tell you herself? Or did you hear it from the fake priest who's sleeping with the head nun?" He challenged. You stared at him with disbelief as you slowly shook your head, you couldn't disagree with him verbally at that first statement because it was true, it was the priest who told you... Not Mother Mary herself. He watched as you slowly backed up from him, the look of betrayal on your face as your eyes shined with unshed tears.

"Sister Kantra was right about you, I should've listened to her." You whispered as your heart broke. He stared at you with a questioning yet knowing glare. "You should learn to live for yourself and not let others live through you." He said, you stared at him, your stare distant and lost. He continued as he turned towards you. "Tell me, do you really believe in 'Mother Mary?'... Do you actually believe that she chose you when there are a million other girls in that church who are just like you?" He tried to reason. You shook your head as you turned away from him, you walked back down the hill with brisk steps, but his voice could still be heard. "Why do you praise 'Mother Mary'? Is it because you think it's right? Or was it because you were told to do so?" He asked.

His question made you stop walking, as you thought over his question, your life flashed through your mind. Your parents dropped you off at the church, forcing you to be an orphan as they never came back for you. Growing up with the other orphan children and the older nuns, getting used to your new 'family'. The former head nun preaching to you that good things come to those who praise Mother Mary. You pray for your parents to come back, and you follow all the rules, never breaking a single one... Until Macaque came, that is.

You began hanging with the Monkey Demon, believing that perhaps he had answers that you needed help answering, and he did have answers. He knew everything, he was your blessing from Mother Mary, and he was a gift. You believed that he was an angel sent by her. you slowly forgot about your parents, listening to Macaque's words as they were always blunt and nothing but the truth. He always stayed honest with you, never holding back his harsh words, not even when they made you cry. But you liked that about him.

He stayed honest with you, no matter how hard it was on you. He told you that your parents left because they just simply didn't want you anymore, that they probably couldn't care for you anymore. He told you that all the nuns in the church didn't really believe in Mother Mary because none of their prayers were ever answered, just like yours... But then, the priest came and told you that you were chosen by Mother Mary, he said that she told him herself... and you believed it... but deep in your heart, you didn't.

Not with the way he was rubbing your shoulders and your arms, the way he grabbed the back of your neck, it felt wrong... So you clung to Macaque because he was the only truth in your life that you could believe in... You looked back at him, and tears ran down your face as your faith in 'Mother Mary' began to dissipate. "She's not real... isn't she." You said, not really asking a question. He stared at you with pity as he walked towards you slowly. You watched him through your blurry vision, the wind blew, bowling his cloak and his fur making your eyes widen.

'Beautiful... He's so beautiful... He's an angel, not sent by Mother Mary, but of his own free will.' You thought, your heart soared as the one being you clung onto became your new belief. He reached his hand out to you, a small yet welcoming smile on his face. "Come with me... and be free from this fake life you've isolated yourself in." he said, as he once more offered his hand to you. You gave him a teary smile as you reached for his hand, taking it with no questions asked. The figure of Mother Mary in your thoughts vanished, and you felt chains breaking around you. He pulled you towards him, a proud smile on his face.

You chuckled as you sniffled. "Come on, we got nothing to lose and a world to see." He said, as he rubbed your tears from your cheek. You nodded your head as you walked away with him, leaving behind a life that you never looked back at.

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dulcewrites · 1 year

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As someone who loves angst and pain, I listened to the poetry in Beyonces ‘Lemonade’ (the poetry written by award an Shire) and ofc thought about fmo reader bc it’s one of my favorite series going on right now.

“Apathy”

So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you've killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb p*ssy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.

“Denial”

“I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake. Fasted for 60 days, wore white, abstained from mirrors, abstained from sex, slowly did not speak another word. In that time, my hair, I grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated. Went to the basement, confessed my sins, and was baptized in a river. I got on my knees and said 'amen' and said 'I mean.' I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet, I bathed in bleach, and plugged my menses with pages from the holy book, but still inside me, coiled deep, was the need to know ... Are you cheating on me? Cheating? Are you cheating on me?”

All of the poems here really recommend checking them out. Could be really great inspiration for more of fmo reader and how her religion could tie into themes of shame, self-blame, misogyny, sex, loyalty, cycles of abuse/silence/peace keeping, etc that was touched on by Shire in their works. Also lmk if I’m simply doing too much 🫶🏾 bc sometimes my own mind just wanders and I could just be very out of touch to how fmo reader is.

Not doing too much at all!! I love this and love when you guys send me stuff that reminded you of my work.

Lemonade and the poems are something in general that I’ve had in the back of my head for fmo. I think Anger might be my fav:

If it's what you truly want ... I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized ... you and your perfect girl.

I don't know when love became elusive. What I know is, no one I know has it. My father's arms around my mother's neck, fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees ... growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light.

Like this is so fmo reader is hurts. The ‘all three of us’ reminds me of when someone sent in the princess di/Charles/camila parallel. That line makes me think about Diana saying “there was three of us in the relationship”. And it’s still like that to this day even with Diana passing. Their lives, legacies, and worlds will forever be linked and that’s so tragic (for Diana idc about the other two they are going to hell lmao and deserve to be constantly reminded of what they’ve done)

“I think of lovers as trees… growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light.” It kind of goes hand in hand with how much of this is about generational issues/trauma. Just cycles and cycles of the same bs bc no one knows how to break it

#fool me once asks

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angeltreasure · 11 months

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Hi! Its Cecilia here, hope you're well! So weird thing happened during the Mass I went to tonight. It was the Sacred Heart mass tonight, and as I was in the choir loft kneeling during the Transsubstanciation (can't spell) I was prompted by a little voice inside myself that said since I care for the souls of the dead so much I should make a litany for the dead. I agreed to give it a try, feeling that similar tug that I feel when I think about religious life. However, I haven't the slightest clue how to create a litany, do you know about litanies or resources or should I just keep trying on my own to make something? A little confused but I want to do what God would ask of me. Hugs from where I'm at and happy month of the Sacred Heart! ❤️

Good Evening Cecilia!,

I am going well, thank you! It’s always good to hear from you.

Wow!! That’s amazing. You know I really think Jesus was speaking to your heart. That’s a powerful devotion if we can find it, because Purgatory is real. (If you want an excellent Catholic course on Purgatory here you go.) Let me see what I can find specifically for praying to the dead. I don’t know if you knew this already or not but praying for the dead is actually one of the works of spiritual works mercy in our faith AND souls in Purgatory cannot pray for themselves they rely on us to pray for them.

Now then…here some inspiration. I suggest buying a journal and writing these prayers down. First I’ll provide you with some prayers I know.

There is a prayer made by St. Gertrude according to tradition which can greatly ease the sufferings of souls in Purgatory.

Prayer of St. Gertrude

Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Most Precious Blood of Thy Divine Son, Jesus, in union with the masses said throughout the world today, for all the holy souls in purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the universal church, those in my own home and within my family. Amen.

Prayer for the Deceased:

Remember, Lord, those who have died and gone before us marked with the sign of faith, especially those for whom we now pray. May these and all who sleep in Christ find in your presence light, happiness and peace. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Prayer for the Poor Souls in Purgatory:

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord. And let the perpetual light shine upon them. And may the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Fatima Prayer:

(you can say this by itself and part of your Rosary)

O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell, and lead all souls to heaven, especially those most in need of Thy mercy.

Anima Christi by St. Ignatius of Loyola:

Soul of Christ, sanctify me. Body of Christ, save me. Blood of Christ, inebriate me. Water from the side of Christ, wash me. Passion of Christ, strengthen me. O good Jesus, hear me. Within Thy wounds hide me. Separated from Thee let me never be. From the malignant enemy, defend me. At the hour of death, call me. And close to Thee bid me. That with Thy saints I may be Praising Thee, forever and ever. Amen.

Prayer of Sr Maria Consolata Betrone, a Poor Clare Capuchin:

(She is amazing. Read more here.)

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I love you please save souls!

Divine Mercy Chaplet:

(This can be prayed for the living, those about to die, and of course, ones in Purgatory…many miracles have happened through this Chaplet. Download the Relevant Radio app to hear livestreams and so much more.)

These Marian priests livestream the Chaplet daily. It’s how I learned it.

And nowww

Yes a Litany DOES exist!!!

I read this exact copy.

If you can’t afford to buy it now click here to read it.

…….

Lastly, yes you can also make your prayer too. I would first do as Jesus said. Go to your room to pray in secret. Make time for it. I would open a new page of your journal and pray to God about this. Ask Jesus to have the Holy Spirit give you inspiration to make a new prayer. Write down what you hear the Holy Spirit speaks in the silence of your heart. And yes it’s totally ok to borrow from other prayers to add to your own. I’m sure Jesus will love it. As you make it, share it with Jesus.

If you feel comfortable enough in the future, share it with others. We can save many souls.

What a wonderful thing! May God bless you.

#Cecilia #prayers #reference #Litany for the Holy Souls in Purgatory #Purgatory #faith #Catholic #Catholicism

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taylorswiftandx · 1 year

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Taylor Swift and God

Note: See TS and Curse Words for occurrences of "goddamn" and "godforsaken" (which is responsible for why there are no folklore and evermore lyrics here).

'Taylor Swift'

Tim McGraw: September saw a month of tears and thanking god that you weren't here to see me like that

Our Song: And when I got home, 'fore I said "Amen," asking god if he could play it again

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

The Best Day: God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he's better than I am

You All Over Me: Held out and held on, god knows, too long

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Long Live: But if, god forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye

Timeless: I would’ve read your love letters every single night and prayed to god you’d be coming home all right

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you say, "Oh my god, she's insane, she wrote a song about me"

'1989'

Blank Space: Saw you there and I thought, "Oh my god, look at that face"

Blank Space: Keep you second-guessing like, "Oh my god, who is she?"

Shake It Off: My ex-man brought his new girlfriend, she's like, "Oh my god," but I'm just gonna shake

'reputation'

(no god)

'Lover'

London Boy: They say home is where the heart is, but, god, I love the English

False God: Religion's in your lips even if it's a false god

False God: The altar is my hips even if it's a false god

False God: Still worship this love, even if it's a false god, even if it's a false god

'folklore'

(no god)

'evermore'

(no god)

'Midnights'

Karma: Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god

Would've, Could've, Should've: And the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven

Would've, Could've, Should've: God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god / Karma is my bestie

'The Tortured Poets Department'

So Long, London: You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

But Daddy I Love Him: God save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what’s best for me

But Daddy I Love Him: I’m his lady and, oh my god, you should see your faces

But Daddy I Love Him: But oh my god, you should see your faces

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): They shake their heads, saying, “God, help her,” when I tell them he’s my man

Clara Bow: You’re the new god we’re worshiping, promise to be dazzling

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools

Peter: The goddess of timing once found us beguiling

Other Songs written by Taylor

Christmas Must Be Something More: What would happen if god never let it snow?

Official Alternate Releases

(no god)

#taylor swift #lyrics #taylorswiftandx #lyric parallels

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man-reading · 2 years

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Lemonade: The Poetry (A Gay Man’s Perspective)

This is an ode to gay men who have been in abusive relationships. Originally from Beyoncé’s Lemonade visual album, here is a gay man’s perspective of the poetry.

PART 1: INTUITION

I tried to make a home out of you.

But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.

Unknown men wander the hallways at night.

Where do you go when you go quiet?

You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.

In the tradition of men in my blood, you call me at 3AM and lie to me.

What are you hiding?

The past and the future merge to meet us here.

What luck. What a fucking curse.

PART 2: DENIAL

I tried to change, closed my mouth more.

Tried to be soft, prettier.

Less…awake.

Fasting for 60 days.

Wore white.

Abstained from mirrors.

Abstained from sex.

Slowly did not speak another word.

In that time, my hair grew past my ankles.

I slept on a mat on the floor.

I swallowed a sword.

I levitated into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.

Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And I said Amen.

I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.

I threw myself into a volcano

I drank the blood and drank the wine.

I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.

I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil.

I grew thickened skin on my feet.

I bathed…in bleach and plugged my semen with pages from the Holy Book.

But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating?

Are you cheating on me?

PART 3: ANGER

If this is what you truly want, I can wear his skin…over mine.

His hair over mine

His hands as gloves

His teeth as confetti

His scalp, a cap. His sternum, my bedazzled cane.

We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect boy.

I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it.

My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat.

I think of lovers as trees growing to and from one another.

Searching for the same light.

Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you)

Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

PART 4: APATHY

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the man of my dreams, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded.

His shroud is loneliness.

His God is listening.

His heaven would be a love without betrayal.

Ashes to ashes…dust to side dicks.

PART 5: EMPTINESS

He sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.

Tills the blood in and out of orifice. Wakes up smelling of silicone.

Grief, sedated by orgasm.

Orgasm heightened by grief.

God was in the room when the man said to the boy, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”

Sometimes when he’d have his nipple in his mouth, he’d whisper, “Oh my God.”

That, too, is a form of worship.

His hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.

Loss.

Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves.

We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.

Every fear…Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.

PART 6: ACCOUNTABILITY

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.

Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters. You desperately want to look like her.

You look nothing like your mother.

You look everything like your mother.

Film, star, beauty.

How to wear your mother’s heels.

You go to the bathroom to try on the high heels.

Somewhere no one can find you.

You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.

Your mother is a woman.

And women like her cannot be contained.

Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.

Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait.

Did he bend your reflection?

Did he make you forget your own name?

Did he convince you he was a god?

Did you get on your knees daily?

Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his head?

Am I talking about your husband or my father?

PART 7: REFORMATION

He bathes me until I forget their names…and faces.

I ask him to look me in the eye when I come home.

Why do you deny yourself heaven?

Why do you consider yourself undeserving?

Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.

But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.

PART 8: FORGIVENESS

Baptize me now that reconciliation is possible.

If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.

One thousand boys raise their arms.

Do you remember being born?

Are you thankful?

Are the hips that cracked, the deep velvet of your mother, and her mother and her mother?

There is a curse that will be broken.

PART 9: RESURRECTION

You are terrifying…and strange…and beautiful.

Magic.

PART 10: HOPE

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back, turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:

“I see your sons, and their sons.”

That night in a dream, the first boy emerges from a slit in her stomach.

The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.

We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.

I wake as the second boy crawls headfirst up my throat.

A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.

PART 11: REDEMPTION

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons the zest of half lemon.

Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.

Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandfather, the alchemist.

You spun gold out of this hard life.

Conjured beauty from the things left behind.

Found healing where it did not live.

Discovered the antidote in your own garage.

Broke the curse with your own two hands.

You passed these instructions down to your daughter.

Who then passed it down to her son.

My grandpa said, nothing real can be threatened.

True love brought salvation back into me.

With every tear came redemption.

And my torturer became my remedy.

So we’re going to heal, we’re going to start again. You’ve brought the orchestra.

Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.

Make the man in doubt disappear.

Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.

The audience applauds…

But we can’t hear them.

Written by Jimmy

#poetry #gay poems

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ast4rtrying · 1 year

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Dear God,

Thank you, so much, for securing Daniel's life on earth today. Thank you for helping him to hold on to life so that we can both always accompany each other, beside each other on earth, and so that we can face everything in life, and go through it all together, with each other, far, far beyond 6 months, into the beautiful future that you have created for us to find joy, meaning and love in, in life, together.

Thank you for creating it for us to experience together, and so that we can learn all of this and bring it to heaven, and learn even more there about your goodness and love that makes all things good, healed and whole.

Thank you for saving his life, God. You know best how much we love each other, because You were the one who created this love and gave it to us out of Your own hands for us to share forever. It is truly beautiful beyond understanding, but the beautiful boy, the beautiful soul that on earth you have named as Daniel, and given me, unworthy as i am, to love with my whole heart, is stunning, because You have created both of us in Your own image.

Please help us to live the rest of our lives well with each other, so that we may never stray for too far or long onto paths of sorrow and hopelessness, but always seek out and return to your love that heals all things, hopes in all things, believes all things and makes all things new.

Please help us to always remember that secondary to You, our lives are not our own but each other's, so that we can only do what we want with them with each other's permission. Help us to remain committed to living and going through life together, as each other's girl and boy, as each other's love, each other's heart, so that with Your help we can always strengthen each other with our and Your love during hard times, and that this love will make the good times beautiful together.

Lord, there will be challenges along the way, monsters that we face within and outside of us, but we trust that with Your great and invincible power, grace, love and wisdom, You will definitely help and teach us how to overcome them all, and to appreciate, understand and grow closer to You and each other in the process.

Thank you Lord, we entrust this day and our future to You, who love us with an infinite love, and pray that You will always be with us, and keep us always close in spirit to each other, no masks, no roles, only my Daniel and his Helen.

We praise You for every moment You have given us this day together, and for Your saving grace and love You have shown us today, renewing our hope in life and for our future, shared together on earth and in heaven, forever. We praise You God, Love and Truth itself, who lives and reigns forever and ever. Amen

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childofchrist1983 · 2 years

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Similar to how the Lord Jesus Christ is wise, you too can gain wisdom by acting as He does: By listening. We can learn much more from listening than we can by talking, and the Holy Bible is filled with stories of the wisest doing exactly that. Like King Solomon solving the problem of the child with two mothers, we can examine a situation with our ears, wisely deciding the best course of action.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

Father God Almighty, Lord Jesus, grant me the patience to listen instead of speaking when I do not know the entire situation. I ask that You give me the humility to continue listening when I do not know the answer, and defer to wiser men than I. Abba Father, there is none wiser than You, the creator of the Heavens and Earth and all within it, existing before time. I pray that You assist me in my desire to learn all that I can from You.

You and Your Holy Word and Spirit give us hope, peace, salvation, and so much more! Let our relationship with You be the foundation and pleasing in Your eyes, so that we may hear Your praise as we gaze upon Your face and enter Your Kingdom. Lift our spirits and our hearts. Light up our lives, O Lord. May we abide in You for all our days and beyond!

You are Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End! We know Your promises are true and we place our hope in You! May we continue to pray and seek You. Present us with daily opportunities to go to others with Your message of eternal salvation. May we live our lives with a spirit of thankfulness and may we always magnify You, O Lord. Allow our praises to You encourage others to seek Your face. Help us all to be humble and obedient to You. And help us to be courageous enough to seek You daily and to humbly and faithfully do our duty to You, spreading the truth of Your Gospel to all in all nations, as You commanded before You ascended back to Heaven (Mark 16:15-16). May our lives show the world Your light and Truth and that You are a loving God and Heavenly Father who delights in showing love and mercy. May we all be humbly and faithfully honored and excited to worship, glorify and serve You daily and to do Your will. You have been so good to us, far more than we as wretched sinners deserve. You are so good! So wonderful! Forever and always!

Thank you for keeping me and helping me in times where I am tempted to go astray. Praise be to You today and every day of my life and let me never forget all of the blessings that are given me by You. As much as the enemy will try, he will never be able to successfully breed doubt about who You are into the minds of anyone who truly believes and follows You. And I will follow and serve You all the days of my life and beyond! Thank you for the connection with You that we are given through Your Holy Word and Spirit. Thank you, O Lord, for all Your creation and Your miraculous ways. Thank you for being our stronghold and my refuge. Thank you for seeing us as worth the sacrifice. Thank you for sustaining us, loving us and defining us according to Your will and love for us. Thank you for making sure we are taken care of. Thank you for being the best friend we could ever have! Thank you for Your endless mercy and love that has saved us. Thank you for always protecting us and providing for us and for Your Spirit to help us when we are in need. Thank you for abiding within me and may I abide with You, my Lord. Thank you for giving us a chance to be saved from our sin and spend eternity with You. Thank you for adopting us as part of Your family in Heaven and making us one of Your own. Thank you for being our present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). Thank you for always being near and for loving us. Thank you for giving us a reason to love others and so many more reasons to love, praise, serve and follow You. Thank you for Your selfless and sinless sacrifice. Thank you for Your guidance and protection. Thank you for Your Truth and light. Thank you for Your wisdom and strength and grace. Thank you for giving life to the world and to us. You give and take away – And we thank you for it. Thank you for everything! Your will be done! Blessed be Your mighty name! To You and Your Kingdom be the glory forevermore! In Your name we humbly pray, Amen and amen

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 1 year

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12th February >> Mass Readings (USA)

Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year A

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading Sirach 15:15–20 No one does he command to act unjustly.

If you choose you can keep the commandments, they will save you; if you trust in God, you too shall live; he has set before you fire and water; to whichever you choose, stretch forth your hand. Before man are life and death, good and evil, whichever he chooses shall be given him. Immense is the wisdom of the LORD; he is mighty in power, and all-seeing. The eyes of God are on those who fear him; he understands man’s every deed. No one does he command to act unjustly, to none does he give license to sin.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 119:1–2, 4–5, 17–18, 33–34