Psalms at Midnight
and The Maundy
Day Sermon
By: David Ellinger
EASTER Sunday April 1st, 2018
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Psalms at Midnight,
As a sacred soul
On bended knees
of sacred prayer.
The Holy Mother, Mary
Holding a heart of thorns
And passion.
The Maiden Mother of our Lord,
Outstretched arms of forgiveness and
Unconditional love of God.
Rest and sleep, and fear not what tomorrow will bring,
Until the dawn arises from the darkness
Into the blessed day.
Blessed it be,
my child of Spirit,
Justice, Kindness,
and Eternal Love.
Sleep now my child,
until the light of Day
arrives again.
Our tears of Humanity,
Gracefully falling like Rose Petals
Upon the reflected pools of flowered Starlight.
A chorus of Cherubim’s and Seraphim’s
Singing “Glory to God in the highest above”.
Strength be to those
who only falters in wisdom,
But not of grace.
For our Faith will carry us forward,
Through the inner struggles
of our hidden turmoil and
Inner troubles of the heart.
Blessed be, blessed be,
Within the Holy Trinity,
Trust in the Lord, Our God,
with all of your heart and soul.
Pride has no place in the Kingdom of our Lord.
The answer is in the simple process
Of letting go of the self
and into the golden sacredness of
Time and the Universe itself.
The Ego has no meaning
within the true realization and manifestation
of the eternal grace of kindness, mercy, and love.
Some say our True fates,
Are found within
the position of the Stars.
Other say within the living
Pulsations of our beating Hearts.
It is truly neither,
for we are simply born,
From the Spirit, and then transform back
Into the grace of where we all began.
Our journey from within the hands of God.
Life, Death, and Rebirth.
The Eternal and the Sacred Cycle of our lives,
are not so unlike a feather of the Dove,
falling upon the Wind of Holiness and sacredness
of Love.
Always embrace
the hidden sacredness
Of the Unknown.
Children of God.
Light from Light.
Love from Love.
The sacrifice of the Lamb,
The remembrance of the tears,
Of the passion and the mercy
Within each of our Baptismal grace,
Upon the alter of our Lord and God.
Children of God.
Light from Light.
Love from Love.
May there be an abundance of
Peace, joy and love, to all who
Reads and reflect on these words.
May all your needs,
Known and unknown be fulfilled and
All your worries be lifted within pure happiness.
Let God be your source,
your strength, your grace,
and may all Angelic miracles
be given to you for you journey and protection.
Become the Peacemaker,
Heal and mend the broken hearted,
And provide justice to those in need
And to those who thirst for Rightness and Peace.
The pixies and the fairies
Will bow down their heads
Upon the moonstone of clarity
Of our Lord.
A sword of Light
Stands guard
And forever
Guards the blessed
tree of Life.
The eternal Angels
heals the Seeker’s strife,
With no more weariness or harm
To behold.
Praise be to God,
Forevermore.
Truth fades and disappears upon
The Moonlight of our lives.
Within the night,
A Peaceful rest restores the soul
Upon the inner desires of our hidden dreams.
The Holy Spirit fills us within our empty vessels,
And Overflow us with your mighty abundance and love.
Forever Embrace us and simply hold us
within your strength and make your desire known to us,
Within the true justice and image of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Blessing of the Angels from above.
Blessing of the Creator of our Universe.
Blessings of the Trinity:
The Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Blessed be, blessed be,
Abundance and Goodwill
To all those who walk
upon the earth that we call home.
The Earth,
Spinning, and dancing through the
Galaxy of endless starlight.
Blessed are the keepers of the Keys of the Kingdom.
Blessed are the souls of the eternal.
Forever lovingly cradled by our Holy Father.
Blessed is the Trinity,
That forever forms the sacred union
That bonds the divine spirit.
Our Comforter and Our Joy.
The Phoenix shall rise from the ashes,
The golden staff of our lord
protects us from the serpent’s grasp.
May peace be given to all of our Brothers and Sisters,
And Peace to our world.
Amen.
The Beauty of God
transcends the ordinary
and the sublime.
The ordinary is turned inside out.
As our days are turned into weeks,
And then into months.
We laugh, we cry as we embrace our sacredness
within our immortality from our youth and into old age,
and then gentle into the sacred void
of eternal holiness itself.
Upon the steps of God’s throne,
within the unity of Heaven above.
Flags of all Nations torn by unpatriotic deeds.
Justice for all.
Justice for those who can’t see or care for themselves.
The Long Horns blown by the Mighty Archangels.
The Mighty guardians of Spirit and Truth.
As shepherd’s guide their sheep
in harmony and peace
Through the open gates
of Glory and Compassion.
The Rebel stands alone,
Between the earthly oppression
And the unyielding righteousness of God.
Do not listen to the fake news from the serpent’s tongue.
Jesus was crucified by the nails of injustice,
Hateful lies, and inner mistrust.
We must all rise up from the darken entombment of darkness.
We must not falter,
We must not lose our faith
in our steadfast resolution
Of our belief of higher purpose
Within ourselves, within mankind,
and for the entire whole world itself.
Be like the small child
In wonder gaze
Within the pure innocence
Of the unfolding
of a new day.
Be forever grateful
For the given blessings
That are offer to you
By all you meet,
All you encounter,
and all that you serve.
Do not fear the unknown,
But be the beacon of light
From the very essence
And being
Of your Spirit and Soul.
Beautiful Mountains.
Beautiful Rivers of Streams.
Beautiful snow-covered Aspens
Underneath Moonlight Dreams.
May you rest without worry of the dark,
And refresh by the early dawn.
May abundance and mercy be your guides
As your travels are lighten with Joyfulness and Love.
Beautiful Savior,
Beautiful God,
Of Calvary.
Blessed are the works
Of the daily plow,
And of the daily chores.
May your days be strengthened
By your Faith and Spirit
As each day unfolds.
All Gifts are given for a reason,
For a purpose to help within the Acts
Of God between each other’s lives.
Do not be discourage by your lessons learned,
But always build upon the wisdom created
From within the depths of your soul.
Roses always have their thorns.
Babies will have their birth marks.
Beauty always have its flaws,
So, understand that character
can always be transformed.
Once we are born, the clock begins,
Until it is our time to return to our origins.
We all are paintings that are mosaics with
Oils so deep and rich in color
That shows our lessons learned,
and our given achievements
along our paths.
So do not focus on the thorn,
but on the beauty of the Rose.
Amen.
The grace of Gloria of the Angel’s in flight.
Gloria, Gloria in the Highest.
The mighty Seraphim and Cherubim.
The glorious wings of Justice,
wings of Mercy and of eternal Strength.
The True defenders of the Holy Realm,
we pray and give honor to thee.
The Chapel of the Sacred Rose of Peace, Serenity, and Love.
The Garden of Compassion,
As a crown of thorns is gently held
By the holy eternal Grace of the Holy Mother, Mary.
We forever bow down to you in honor and humility
for your enduring wisdom, guidance, and beauty
is forever.
As rose petals fall like rain
from a clear blue sky of Grace.
Cherish the Animals that are your companions
Who judge us least and love us more
For they are God’s instruments of love and peace.
The cat, the dog, the horse, all furry beasts,
And feathered friends,
for even though they are silent in speech
they are compassionate
In their walk with us in our journey.
Bless all creatures big or small
May they have long lives
And when our sorrows are many
May they be the instrument of lifting our spirits
And lighten our load.
Amen.
The forever shining star of David
Rising above the City
That they called Jerusalem.
A Shephard’s Staff and Angel’s Voice.
Bethlehem calling,
Within the nativity
Of the gifted lamb.
A Morning Dove
Stretches its wings
Above the sea of Galilee.
Tears of Heaven
Falls from the sacred realm.
The solemn remembrance
Of the footprints,
Left upon the still waters
Within the quieting of a storm.
The mosaic stain glass of the Saints
The Garden chapel of the Holy Mother
A serenity oasis within the vibrant city
Of New York,
That never slows down.
Who’s hearts beats throughs the inner streets
And walkways of Queens, Brooklyn, and the Bronx
That lights the way to the stages of Broadway
To the money boards of Wall street,
To the beacon of the Freedom tower
and to symbol of the eternal torch
Of Lady Liberty.
The freedom to believe.
Thank you, Lord for all of our freedoms,
And may we never take them for granted,
But to always defend them and to protect them,
So that no child will know
the fear of Injustice or intolerance
within our Great nation.
Amen.
Time goes by,
As our bones
Grow weary
And cold inside.
By only our faith alone,
We acknowledge our weakness
And our fears unknown.
Release me, guide me, and deliver me,
From our earthly transgressions.
Hold me close in your arms,
And never let me go recklessly,
Into the emptiness void of our Pride.
In Jesus Christ, Our Lord, Our God, Our Friend.
Amen.
The graceful movement of the dance,
The writers pen on a piece of paper,
Creativity unscripted.
May the Spirit fill you with inspiration,
And nourish you with thanksgiving,
May you be fruitful in all your endeavors
And be forever kind.
May your questions lead to wisdom,
And then your wisdom to grace eternal.
Be the beacon of compassion,
The brave heart of strength itself,
The childlike curiosity to discover,
And the courage to believe
That all things are possible
Under the passion of the son.
My dear lord,
Open my Heart,
And let me feel again.
Release me from the binds
That hold me back
From my given path.
Destroy all my enemies,
And keep those who put fear
before love at bay.
May gratitude and mindfulness
Lead me as your abundance be given
By all your mercy, charity, and grace.
Amen.
Be our Happiness in our Births,
And be our Serenity in our Deaths.
May our sorrow be ever greeted
By our joy, and may our troubles fade
From within the history of our pasts.
Let our voices rise
In chorus and union
Honoring how great thou art,
How great though art.
Amen.
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