Moving My Blog

I have been working on a new blog platform and it is now transfered over. I was able to migrate most all of my blog posts, but none of the sidebar data…so I have been trying re-creating the blog.

you can still use www.montywright.com it will now get you to the new blog.

Now that I am back from my sabbatical, it’s time to get posting again!

Monty

Look It Over

Stump

I read the following reflection this morning by Wendell Berry. Wendell has authored fifty books of poetry, fiction, and essays. This piece is from his first volume of poems call Leavings. I read it a few times through, for some unearthed reason it resonated and reminded me of the gifts God gives us each day…with no cost.

MC
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Look It Over

I leave behind even
my walking stick. My knife
is in my pocket, but that
I have forgot. I bring
no car, no cell phone,
no computer, no camera,
no CD player, no fax, no
TV, not even a book. I go
into the woods. I sit on
a log provided at no cost.
It is the earth I’ve come to,
the earth itself, sadly
abused by the stupidity
only humans are capable of
but, as ever, itself. Free.

A bargain! Get it while it lasts.

Michalangelo: A Sonnet

1003414michelangelo2 (1)I stumbled upon this sonnet written by Michelangelo (and translated by William Wordsworth) today. Finding a small God-space free of distractions, I discovered a gentle reminder to ask God to breathe His life, thoughts and passions into my soul, and to unbind my tongue so that I might have the power to sing a new song to God…from His perspective.   MC

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A Sonnet

 

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,

If Thou the Spirit give by which I pray;

My unassisted heart is barren clay,

That of it’s native self can nothing feed;

Of good and pious works Thou are the seed

That quickens only where Thou say’st it may.

Unless Thou show to us Thy own true way,

No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead;

Do Thou then breathe those thoughts into my mind

By which such virtue may in me be bred

That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread;

The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind.

That I may have the power to sing to Thee,

And sound Thy praises everlastingly!

 

Finding Space

I read this meditation this week and it continues to speak to me…mcw

 

    Each of us needs an opportunity to be alone,

    and silent,

    to find space in the day or in the week,

    just to reflect

    and to listen to the voice of God

    that speaks deep within us.

    Our search for God is only our response

    to His search for us.

    He knocks at our door,

    but for many people their lives are too

    preoccupied

    for hem to be able to hear.

                                        ~Cardinal Basil Hume