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Water calm, still Sky clear, cloudless Then A Wave Suddenly Comes Ashore Briefly disturbing what lies there … then Slowly recedes, slowly recedes Water calm, still Sky clear, cloudless© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
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Water calm, still Sky clear, cloudless Then A Wave Suddenly Comes Ashore Briefly disturbing what lies there … then Slowly recedes, slowly recedes Water calm, still Sky clear, cloudless© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
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When was His Last Breath? As a child When the Sexual abuse Began? Or when No one moved To Stop It? As it continued With others And he stood Helpless? Or when He began Beating the old woman Who befriended him? Some may say It was on the gurney In the blank white room At the prison When was His Last Breath?
© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
On Saturday, we had the annual Catholic Feast … Christmas-themed … at the prison. Seventeen offenders and eight volunteers were in attendance.
It’s a maximum security prison, and several of those present are serving either life without parole or are under a death sentence. All are serving hard time.
Beginning at 1:00 p.m. and ending at 8:00 p.m., we ate, read scripture, acted out the infancy narratives from Luke and Matthew, sang, prayed, and ate again.
Blessing and breaking bread, liturgy of the Word, prayer, Christmas hymns, preaching the gospel message (via skits), and the Divine Presence: “I was in prison and you visited me.” [Matthew 25:36]
Father Joe was unable to make it to the event, so we didn’t have Mass. Or did we?