Literature for Living
Gemme Jewels & Sanctity Stone
Dear God
Give me love…
That I might love others.
Give me strength…
That I might help others.
Give me wisdom…
That I might inspire others.
Give me courage…
That I might save others.
Give me health…
That I might heal others.
Give me pardon…
That I might forgive others.
Give me discipline…
That I might persevere
To do all these things
in Jesus’ name,
Amen.
JK 1998
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Prayer Performance
Calamity had become my lot
So it was the Lord that I then sought.
Upon my knees I began to nag
But there was no change and time did lag.
The more I fussed and begged and pleaded
the less my voice seemed to be heeded.
I began to believe I was alone,
fallen into some nonexistent zone.
My sad, pathetic supplications
were fast becoming indications
that my being is but nothingness.
Alas, I couldn't bear suffering this.
I petitioned with Job's insistence,
then dreaded the coming resistance,
but God with His glacial sense of time
answered me mutely in mental mime.
It finally came to my attention
and I began to have prehension
that asking with preconceived answers
is a stage with too many dancers.
The choreography remains lost
as bounding bodies are bumped and tossed.
The stage must be cleared and calm procured
for the Lord's messages to be heard.
JK September 22, 2010
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Pre-Service Prayer
Oh Lord quiet my heart,
My breathing, my senses,
Avert them from
All the clatter of the world,
Lift them to the heavens,
Open them to Your Word.
Arouse my soul, unlock my mind,
Help me hear Your message.
Your Son, Your Holy Ghost,
Your angels and saints,
Bring them to the alter.
Free me of my restraints.
JK November 16, 2008
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PEACE
The Lord in His mercy takes your mental anguish,
Letting your tensions drain away.
Leaving your heart to no longer languish,
Upon the unpleasant parts of the day.
When the miseries of life become oppressive,
Your stomach churning deep within,
And thoughts turning sore and obsessive
Begin to overflow the brim…
Replace them with reverent prayer loud and clearly,
Echoing off the angels’ wings,
From whom reprieves are passed out dearly,
That PEACE that only heaven brings.
JK February 14, 2009
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Sometimes the fourth commandment
Is broken for a myriad of reasons,
Some well founded, others of a lesser sort.
Thus in keeping the Sabbath holy,
Often best intentions somehow fall short.
When we have failed to gather in church
With our fellow Christians,
Let us make amends with prayer,
Meditations from our hearts,
Demonstrations that we care.
Call the one we know is lonely.
Send money to a cause that’s worthy.
Give our children words of kindness.
Look to see the need around us.
Avoid pursuits that are mindless.
So if we’ve missed the rituals,
That serve as important reminders,
Let us at least summon the Spirit,
To heed this prayer, bask in God’s love,
And be sure to mirror it.
JK 2002
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Flight Prayer
I pray God sends His angels
with strongest wings,
to lift and carry this plane up on its way,
and set it down gently at the end of day.
Man has created so many things,
that were never meant to be his nature.
I realize suspended helpless above the world,
looking down on clouds puffed and swirled,
flight for man is but nomenclature
for contraptions he did oddly contrive.
All those clouds curled and burled in balls,
could never cushion a plane that falls.
It is only You, my Lord that keeps us alive.
We pride ourselves on clever robotics,
today's Tower of Babel is aeronautics.
So as we ride our latest sensations,
stay close, Dear Lord and try not to laugh,
send St. Joseph with Your rod and staff
to guide our unnatural adaptations.
JK Dec. 12, 2007
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Thank you Lord for this fine feast
and all the blessings of this day.
Thanks also to each plant and beast
that gave of themselves to nourish.
From the greatest to the least,
be they fauna, flora, fowl or fish,
their sacrifice, esteemed and beseeched,
enables us to feed and flourish.
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I Pray For …
I pray for the prisoners of shackles and bars,
Victims of society’s feathers and tars,
Guilty, innocent, slave, all bear the scars,
Living out their lives like bugs in jars.
I pray for the prisoners of self-pity and gloom,
Swept aside by their very own broom,
Creatures of willful woe and imagined doom,
Crawling alive into premature tomb.
I pray for the prisoners of avarice and greed,
Never clenching their ever-deepening need,
Sowers of nothing but grudge and bad seed,
Fertile ground where envy and dishonesty breed
I pray for the prisoners of addiction and drugs,
Reduced to beggars, thieves, whores and thugs,
With a craving unmerciful that pulls and tugs
Seeking solace through needles, pills, puffs and chugs.
I pray for the prisoners of arrogance and pride,
Down this drain it is so easy to slide.
The surge of success we all like to ride
Quickly becomes self-depraving riptide.
I pray for the prisoners of worry and fear,
Anxiety is a monster that loves to leer
At your heavy heart and loss of all cheer.
Leaving no release by sheer will or by tear.
I pray for the prisoners of desire and lust,
These eat away slowly at all forms of trust,
Like the soul’s depletion by insidious rust,
Until all hope of respect is completely hushed.
I pray for the prisoners of sickness and disease,
There is not a crueler and more vicious tease
Than the futile hope that you will appease
A terminal illness once you’ve been seized.
I pray for the prisoners of pain and handicap,
Facilitating a fall into depression’s trap,
Disability and frustration work together to sap
The soul’s resilience to such relentless attack.
I pray for the prisoners of neglect and abuse,
Told over and over they are of no use.
Victim and tormenter must find a truce,
So sad memories are quelled and anger let loose.
I pray for the prisoners of decline and old age.
The world for them shrinks until it’s a cage.
The loss of their prime is enough to enrage.
While the war with senility begins to wage.
All these conditions, self-imposed or not,
These agonies of hell that inhabit this world,
So to confuse and encourage our souls to rot,
Like bitter vomit from our bellies hurled,
We must reject all self-defeating thought.
No matter our souls are twisted and whirled,
Turn toward our Lord to untie the knot.
JK April 24, 2003
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Pre-service Meditation
Dear God in the quiet of Your sanctuary
May I open my eyes, my heart, my mind, my soul.
Let my lungs breathe in Your holy atmosphere.
Upon my knees I stop to thank You and to tarry
With gratitude for all the blessings You extol
Upon my person insignificant, meek and mere.
As the priest or preacher approaches the pulpit,
May all my senses attain their sharpest pitch,
Aligned like a laser in a single funneled focus,
So Your Word pours in, not a thought shall I omit.
Give me insights that spiritually enrich.
Silence the secular thoughts that tend to choke us
JK May 22, 2003
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