Saints Be Praised

We are our brothers’ keepers.  How many times have we heard this expression?  Do we really know its significance to the many souls whose lives we celebrate in this Holy Month?

For many of us, our dedication to the lives of the many who have gone before us is a tribute to the mark that they left on this world and on ourselves.  Their accomplishments, great or slight, have significantly changed our way of viewing our role here on earth.

We honor the brave men and women and their efforts to bring our world closer to God.  We honor Christ our King and the renewal of His infancy.  Never has there been a greater need to commit to an example of mercy than with today’s ever secular society.  Do not try to separate religion from relationship, the two are inseparable.

God sees our eternal struggle with humanity and reminds us to remember that it is sacrifice that leads us to sanctity, for all are called to be saint-like.  This is a month of reflection, on the moments in time where some gave their lives to the progression of Christianity.  Our actions and our principles should guide us to be better stewards of family and of the way that we may make an impact on the people around us.  They are looking for a light, a light that will lead them to greater community with our Maker.  Help others to realize that witnessing a birth or death is just the beginning of understanding.  Jesus did not die, His brothers and sisters did not die, they were simply reborn into a new phase of bonding called eternity.  It is here that they are constantly altering our belief and concept of being with one another.  As with all things, they reside in the most obvious of places – our human hearts.  It is for us, especially in November, to reflect upon the ways we have loved as well.  Give thanks and remember.  May the wind be forever at your backs and may His peace be with you, always.

The Soul

The soul is like sea water
Flowering on the sand
Petals lapping, overlapping
Bursting
Bubbling

Creating beautiful things
As offerings to the Divine

The soul is like a vessel
Afloat a green ocean

A woven-sailed
Prayer house
In stillness
And in motion.

Veritas