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“ Well
it’s all right , even if your old an gray
Well
its’ all right , you still got
something to say…
Well
it’s all right , even if the sun
don’t shine
Well it’s all right , we’re goin’ to the end
of the line!”
So as
the summer slowly began to slip away he sat again like most mornings in
meditative musing. Those mystical constellations that told stories and guided
his vessel in the heavens slowly faded as the sun of the new day burned away
the mist that had hung like a worn halo above the tree line. He sat, stared
silently and wondered. That cool ocean breeze, the voice of the new season
waiting just around the corner whispered .
“Another
anniversary at hand…Five years”
The
day memorializing Ignatius and his exercises was five years since the pilgrim
receiving the great sacrament of healing by one of the companions on the eve of
the great repairing of his heart. That moment, that day was remembered as the
commencement of the odyssey of the second chance, the new chapter…setting of
the new course.
The
mystical voice continued
“What
is the purpose of remembering?” Why celebrate anniversaries ? Is it all about
recollection or recapturing that semi-historic moment or is it refueling, a
re commitment? Is it all of the above? Celebrations, solemn remembrances of holy
events, victories, losses , births , weddings and graduations…what does it all
mean? When the anniversary commemoration is finished …then what?”
The
pilgrim remembered how he had gotten diverted on occasion over the years . If
he were a golfer one would say that he had lost his swing. If he was a singer
or writer another might suggest that every once in a while he had lost his
voice. Just about 43,000 hours
ago, give or take a few minutes, he believed that he was given a great gift
transforming into a metanoia that rekindled his true spirit . So on this
memorial day his grateful requital
would be to show his indebtedness by allowing his authentic voice to raise up.
Sky cleared up, day turned to
bright
Closing both eyes now the
head filled with light
Hard to remember what a state
I was in
Instant amnesia
Yang to the Yin.
All I got to do is to love
you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some
warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow
Away.
Wind blew in, cloud was
dispersed
Rainbows appearing, the
pressures were burst
Breezes a-singing, now
feeling good
The moment had passed
Like
I knew that it should.
“Take, Lord, and receive
all my liberty,
my memory, my understanding,
and my entire will,
All I have
and call my own.
You have given all to me.
To you, Lord, I return it.
Everything is yours; do
with it what you will.
Give me only your love and your grace,
that is enough
for me.”
- Ignatius Loyola
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