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Morning Reflection
Twenty-Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time | September 25, 2022
This gospel reflection is based on Luke 16:19-31.
At the Door
by Deacon Andy Cirmo
Lying here in such pain and longing
So much of me has been lost
All my strength and joy now gone
My earthly life is soon the cost
I longed that crumbs might fall
That I could savor life’s fruits again
To feel not weakness but strength
For any way to soothe my pain
Yet no taste nor drink does come
Nothing but cold silent rejection
As I lie asleep on life’s sharp stones
Longing for any sign of protection
Yet finally now I awake to newness
An end to my body’s failing health
To my journey of the pangs of hunger
An end to the painful silence of wealth
And soon I hear a distant cry of longing
From those who no longer have it all
From a place dark and far and away
With souls of painful emptiness they call
They once refused me but I pity them
I want to reach out to help but cannot
For their dark lives have built a solid wall
Holding in the pain they have wrought
In life they did not listen nor hear
The needy cries of we who longed
Who suffered in emptiness and pain
Instead turning away and wishing us gone
Lost forever for them I now lament
Oh that they had listened and heard
Oh that they had then reached out
They too could have lived the Word
In my new fullness of peace and joy
I now pray for the living now still there
In that place of earthly test and passage
That their hearts will be open and so care
Dear Jesus, help me to simply hear
Open my eyes to see you in the poor
To reach out with a helpful heart
Serving those who cry out at my door
To do what I can to bring God’s love
That we may be together forever
At his endless joyful table above
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Twenty-Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time | September 18, 2022
This gospel reflection is based on Luke 16:1-13.
The Steward
by Deacon Andy Cirmo
I have been given much
More than is ever deserved
What I have is not mine to hold
Yet its value I have not served
For all the treasures I protect
Are fleeting and hard to hold
Yet I try to hide and to hoard
Lest this trove never get old
All I have is from him alone
Not mine but in my care
To secure and make it grow
In protecting it I must be fair
Yet I have wasted so very much
Of what was mine to protect
For so much I had to care
Yet this blessing I did reject
For the loss I may have caused
Oh how my Lord can I atone
Of what was mine to protect
That you placed in my trust alone
In my skill and will you did trust
Yet I looked away without grace
Selfishly wasting your great love
And in my heart left no space
Much hurt I need to repair
To gain your forgiveness, I must give
I must ease the pain of others
On a healing path, so I must forgive
For to serve him well I must show
That in my heart, there lives his trust
That in my soul there lives his love
To share and care for his own I must
Dear Jesus,
Forgive me for ever squandering your gifts
In my rush to gain rather than to give
Help me to care less for myself
Than for those to me you’ve entrusted
And use well the wealth of your love
In all I say and do as I live
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