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1. Why Love? 6/22/2009
2. For Vocation 6/24/2009
3. Tongue Of Sword 6/24/2009
4. Dream 6/29/2009
5. For James 6/29/2009
6. Heart Of Many Shapes 6/29/2009
7. Celestial Coming 7/3/2009
8. If Tonight 7/3/2009
9. Three Bottles 7/25/2009
10. Praying 8/7/2009
11. To Poets At Poemhunter.Com 8/24/2009
12. Striptease 9/19/2009
13. For My Bestfriend 10/6/2009
14. Father God 11/3/2009
15. Empty Sheet 11/6/2009
16. Only God 11/11/2009
17. Sorrow 11/11/2009
18. Contact 11/11/2009
19. On God's Will 12/2/2009
20. A Love That Breaks The Age Of Glass Into Pieces 12/7/2009
21. Thoughts 12/31/2009
22. Rock Of Faith 12/31/2009
23. Untitled 1/26/2010
24. Power From The Monks 2/2/2010
25. Death Row 2/23/2010
26. In Many Moons 3/1/2010
27. Dear Jesus 4/10/2010
28. Colors Of Rainbow 4/16/2010
29. The Moon, Our Mirror 4/25/2010
30. Water 4/27/2010
31. The Book Of Pope John Paul Ii 6/3/2010
32. Thoughts: On Life 6/3/2010
33. November Poems 6/3/2010
34. I Will Beg God To Come Down And 2 Morepoems 6/17/2010
35. A Teacher's Prayer 6/27/2010
36. Glass 5/14/2009
37. Cemetery 5/19/2009
38. Shadows At The Windowpanes 5/23/2009
39. For Noel 5/25/2009
40. On Hope Building Up A Community 5/26/2009

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Stations Of The Cross In Poetry Prayer

Station 1: Jesus is condemned to death

You were betrayed Jesus
Even by trusted friends
Still shows us charity
Life for us you mend

Your power brings to serve
People you call your own
Condemned to death, for us
A Father’s promise sown


Jesus on the cross, by your love heal us.



Station 2: Jesus bears his cross


Cross, you bear means love
Almighty’s gift to the world
Jesus, brother, keeper
To journey with us, Lord

You became man
Mercy for humanity
Sky and earth unite
Miracle flowing ...

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Dead Fire

Tonight, I shall set myself free.
I want to see some spurts of blood
from my hands so what would come
is a fine sculpture of breathing veins.

Life is not all wars, ceasefire birthed
as Mother Teresa saved lives
of children. Peace in the camps.
Nights in dead fire. My nights are

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