My daughter thinks that I should move
The tendrils from Our Lady’s face
But I demurred:
Grace perfects our fallen nature
But nature may obscure the grace
Or so I’ve heard.
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Indeed.
But I say to you, that not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed as one of these.
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Fungi, on the other hand (or foot)….
It’s not that she’s shy,
but takes nature for a veil
lest the splendor of her eye
cause our own to fail.
Hey now!
Y’all both put to shame the voice-overs in Terence Malick’s latest.
I always try to comment on Apocalyptic Marian posts.
The demons are closing in.
Seriously I work in a place which is a kindergarten for fascists. None of them realize it, and that is what sucks the most. So you run around wondering all the time Am I the only one who notices this stuff. It is difficult to not notice how people leave their consciences in the car. I don’t mean to be vague but most of the stuff context specific and subtle. Everything is shifting and strange.
The reason I bring it up is Matthew talks about grace and the word play on nature in his post, but what about when your reality is false and so all encompassing that you cannot see either grace or nature? The settings are all contrived, there is no truth, people behave in artificial ways, and you work to suppress your personality. Where are the avenues of grace in those situations.
O’Connor used a shotgun. The violent bear it away.
It was sometimes she used a shotgun, sometimes she used a club. I even seen her run folks down with a old car oncet or twict.
I feel sometimes that God has put me in these positions to find that avenue of grace, and to write something about it. God provides the material, but not the time. Very ironic.