Friday, March 09, 2007

Vacation in a Vacation in a Vocation

Ok, quick poem that I wrote impromptu while in Philly last weekend:


Splendid is the day when we aspire to inspire.
Needed is the power to act in the will.
Gross is the failure to be your brother's keeper.
Mourned is the day I act alone.


Oh yeah, that's right. It been a while. Yeah, was out on the East coast for ten days. I mostly stayed with some Augustinian friends in D.C., and then some of us went to Philly over this last weekend. It was all good, was nice to not work for a week. Now that I'm home, I feel like I'm already burning out. Nuts. There's work, family, friends, LIFETEEN, high school religious ed., will be gone this weekend. *sigh* Oh well, 'tis life, yah?

Yup, will be going to see and hear Father Corapi preach a five part series this weekend in Arlington Heights, Illinois. Should be purdy good. Also during the conference Tatiana will be singing her Lenten concert live. Should be VERY good. Unfortunately I'm missing out on some things here at home as a result, and will have to work late at night when I get home on Saturday. Bah, why complaining? I'm going to hear Father Corapi and Tatiana! Nice.

It was pretty nice to come home and read a whole new series of posts on The Ben's blog. Good stuff.

Vocation............. grrrrr. So confusing. I don't know what to write. Well, I do, but I don't feel like it. Ok ok, I do...again... but I don't want to. Bah...

Oopsy, 12:30 at night. Not be good. Good night.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey thanks for the shoutout! Hope youre enjoyin the trips, gimmie a call when you get back into town! Happy Easter!!

4/06/2007 11:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wonder if the lack of activity here has anything to do with the way you wrapped up your last blog? Vocation...
So much to say,
but can not now.
Need to pray,
yet know not how.

Why am I troubled
over petty things?
Wanting to see Him,
myself merely idling.

Not going forward,
even slipping back.
Caught in the sin,
jumped off the track.

Mercy is my watchword
and needing it more.
Come save thy servant,
Magnificent Lord.

Without you I am lost,
make me one of your own.
I am tired and weary,
invite me back home.

Where I shall find you,
resting and free,
No longer wandering
Only worshiping Thee.

Mother, O Mother
guide us along.
Protect us and keep us,
from errs and wrong.

Give us good counsel,
in this long dark night.
Give us the courage,
to fight the good fight.

5/20/2007 9:33 PM  

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