It is Easter! For Christians everywhere, it is a season of rejoicing at the glorious masterpiece of salvation that has been accomplished through the resurrection. Please, enjoy this prayer written in music that the genius Mozart so long ago composed, yet even today moves the hearts of all to a sublime consideration of the divine, of the eternal. And sung by Kiri te Kanawa! What more can a music-lover ask for?
There is a wonderful museum in upstate New York, called the Corning Glass Museum. If you are ever passing through the area on your way to Canada or acquaintances in the Finger Lakes region, it is truly a feast for the eyes. For our international friends, their online gallery is an amazing resource to indulge in. It was because of my visit there that this next poem was written.
God, the Glassmaker
Master, You compare Our Father to the potter,
who molds and crafts the clays of Earth, with measured
stroke and gentle touch converting what was dust
into person, infusing in his beauty the eternal part.
But, my God, let me offer yet another metaphor,
by which to approach the Mystery of Trinity: You are
the Glassmaker, who continuously takes the sands,
and in fire of love fuses flesh and spirit into one.
Yea, from the furnace You take a shining morsel
of crystal, still as if confection glowing, rolling
and stretching it, fire into diamond transforming,
with Your breath making and filling the blazing void.
Beneath Your hands, morsel into chalice changes,
You dip once more the masterpiece into bath of glass:
emerging, You endow the whole with feet and hands,
crown the top with mark of favor, placing Your monogram.
At last the vessel in full glory is circumspect by angels,
who marvel at its depth, the use for which it was made:
to hold the Blood of Christ on Earth, and thus exude
the ruby Light and Glory of the Glassmaker in Heaven.
Though as with the little Jesus, when men so cruelly sought
His destruction, this singular chalice in hands of the world
is found, it seems to fill this star with bile, mar its
in bath of filth, even cause it to fall without care,
But, my Lord, for the Glory of Your Name, you gather
the crystal so neglected by the world: what was impure,
You wash away, what by repeated ablution has become cloudy,
by caring grinding and polishing You restore to perfection.
What has cracked or chipped, You doth gingerly replace,
the gem of stone with gem of living love, and what has
shattered, You place in furnace and repeat Your first work,
desiring that all the work of Your hands be gathered into
The beast seems to be raging through Your shop, my Christ,
the world seems to find fault, consider bubbles and veins
evidence of wrong in Your infallible work! But they know not
what the Lord doth know, and see when it is placed in Heaven’s
As you well know, the Catholic Church again has a pope! And what a worthy Vicar of Christ the Holy Spirit has elected for His Church! I hope that all reading, of whatever confession, will be happy in knowing a wonderful and deeply moral man has been chosen to further the cause of peace and justice in our broken world.
The chimney overflows with
the smoke of joy!
Alleluia, hear the happy
peal of bells! Quick,
beat the chosen Pontiff to
the door! Go, and see
still the closed door,
hiding his kind, gentle face.
See! See how something
stirs! Is it them, is it
the grand procession that
carries forth God’s
Vicar to the world? Amen,
it is the golden Cross,
unmistakable, that leads
the members and the head.
Amidst the red at last
appears white Jorge, humble
servant of all servants,
from henceforth Francis
he is known, smiling
rebuilder of God’s Holy Church,
with mighty grace summoned
from New World.
Yea, behold Peter! Shout
the ecstasy of spirit!
All of Rome is aglow with
orange light, all the Earth
with hearts delighted at
the choice: forsooth Spirit
elected worthy Pope, to
guide us to peaceful shore.
But quell now! No one
dares speak as Francis greets
his flock, as he prays for
old Pontiff hidden in Lord,
and begs the people of God
confirm his Holy Office
with solemn blessing, an
offering of honest hope.
My Lord! Be pleased to
hear this little supplication,
for in Francis I see
answer to so many of our calls,
pour out abundance of
Thine grace upon him,
that till You call him, he
may serve you as You deserve.
Let not the men of ill
will prevail upon him, in this
Age of Judges: after new
Moses and new Joshua,
let this Judge like the
Savior rule Church Militant,
with charity, mercy, and
abundance of blessing.
And so Canaan shall be
ruled by You, o Lord,
we shall not mix and mingle
with the lost world,
the corruption of old is
replaced holy faithfulness,
It is with grave sadness that I meet our Holy Father's decision to resign. A revolutionary act, yet fully anticipated by Canon Law, it is indicative of a serious deterioration in the Holy Father's health, far beyond what we are privy to. Let us pray for Holy Mother Church, that the Holy Spirit may guide her in the election of a worthy successor to bear the unique cross that is the office of the Supreme Pontiff, and that the suffering Christ may bless the Holy Father with a graceful conclusion to his life and the bliss of heavenly reward at his passing.
I ask that my Christian brothers and sisters pray for us, as well as those of other faiths and all men of good will.
As you well know, our culture is geared towards the ever-elusive job opportunity and the attainment of personal wealth. Why? Let the question mull about in your hearts, for why should you consecrate your life to that which passes away? Why ought the life created by the Almighty, destined and marked for extraordinary challenge, be squandered in the never ending rat race for money? Remember: man lives not by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.
Please, let this not be a cliche. How else can we change our unhealthy society?