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I step onto the next page of my journey and trip, Expecting to fall and bruise my lip, When instead a strong pair of arms catch me And suddenly I feel warmth as our eyes meet. We laugh and my heart skips a beat, In a matter of seconds, I feel complete. Never have I felt such ease And peace Within my mind and heart. I realize that I never want to be apart From you as you have become my everything For whom I would do anything.
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
starbuckscully
i found home within your embrace
I step onto the next page of my journey and trip, Expecting to fall and bruise my lip, When instead a strong pair of arms catch me And suddenly I feel warmth as our eyes meet. We laugh and my heart skips a beat, In a matter of seconds, I feel complete. Never have I felt such ease And peace Within my mind and heart. I realize that I never want to be apart From you as you have become my everything For whom I would do anything.
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What it means to be Ignatius. To fight through fire to get what you desire To be cast down to burn but always endure To learn not to cry but to tame the flames What it means to be Ignatius, is that once the furnace decides to encase, we will smile and do nothing but embrace.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Dogma
Semper Ignatius.
What it means to be Ignatius. To fight through fire to get what you desire To be cast down to burn but always endure To learn not to cry but to tame the flames What it means to be Ignatius, is that once the furnace decides to encase, we will smile and do nothing but embrace.
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Staff Sgt. Joseph D'Augustine a proud Jersey son whom Thou hast blessed laid in St. Luke’s ground for his heavenly rest April 4, 2012 1. in a far off province of God forsaken Helmand, our dear son Joey met his untimely end an explosive crack a most terrible sound felled a beloved Jersey son to the cold cruel ground working the live wires of a well placed IED a deathly burst killed him it was awful to see   Staff Sgt. Joseph D’Augustine in solemn duty fell fellow brothers in arms will forever reverently tell of courage and character of a dear fallen friend and how the valiant warrior met with death at his end for he was always faithful to his beloved corps comrades couldn't ask a valiant marine for more 2. details of his death are not the real story selflessness and bravery are but part of his glory is it brash to question why he fell? in a useless bitter war an embroiled senseless hell a generation mustered to fight in the war on terror serving four tours of duty in a lost decade of errors two tours in Afghanistan and Iraq could a nation ask a man for more? for he was always faithful to the call upholding pledges he hath sworn 3. the burden of war to a  few confined it rarely crosses an American’s mind incessant war machine drones on apace the horror of conflict so cleverly displaced with afternoon baseball and super bowl parties big disco paychecks and other selfish priorities pay hollow tribute to dear weary troops when valor is mentioned we gather in groups we’ll raise the flag sing stirring anthems than its back to the party pay it no more attention self styled patriots wave handfuls of flags but ask them to contribute the zeal soon lags its left to the few to shoulder burdens of many fairness is lost its a democratic calamity four tours in a decade an inhumane task burdens require sharing its only fair to ask Joey was always faithful to the task at hand willing to step forward to serve his homeland 4. in the wake of 9/11 a nation deeply shaken young patriots stirred liberty’s call not forsaken a call to serve answered to quell the rise of terror a clear clarion alarm marks the nature of the era Joey boldly came forward to train and learn the art of warriors his bright patriotism burned deployed to Afghanistan to capture Osama routing the Taliban without much problem but a pacified Afghan not enough for Bush he invaded Iraq another military push we rolled into Baghdad adorned with victors garlands Saddam’s statue toppled our troops were honored deposing a dictators soon turned to occupation a ****** mission transformed to build the Iraqi and Afghan nations once honored liberators now a conquering force bestriding broken nations on a civil war course military industrialists stood to profit most sweet protracted conflict record earnings to boast lives bartered for lucre a region held hostage the conflict deepened hostilities hardened America dipped into a great recession the war machine bled money and kept on ticking scooping up contracts rewarding investors the dividends of war heaven sent treasure continuation of hostilities preys on a nation's youth as casualties mount ill portents forsoothed a fraction of citizens bare heartaches of war gulping measures of despair to guard a nations door a nation always faithful to the holy pursuit of profit a highest citizens calling put money into your pocket 5. our beloved Jersey son gave a full measure of devotion in dress blues they shipped him back across the ocean on the Dover tarmac they received his remains for a last ride northward to his hometown terrain repatriated body bereft of soul saluted solemn escort knelt hearts trembled, tears muted a hearse for a gallant man flanked by state troop cruisers to escort the funeral train assure an honored movement one last trip up old thunder road the storied highway Joey often trod the last detail legged up 17 reverent firefighters saluted   from overpasses to honor  the woeful scene as the motorcade passed the Garden State Malls frenzied consumers failed to notice at all busy window shoppers didn't to turn an eye as Joey rolled home to the sweet by and by vets interred at the Old Paramus Church gently stirred in their graves reasons for war they search Channel 12 Chopper circled its eye in the sky televised the sad parade captured many teary eyes the early spring blooms colorful petals displayed maples and forsythias a royal carpet laid spring remains always faithful as the new season turns offer sunshine and glory as our sinking hearts burn 6. motorcycle escort northbound lane clear rolling homeward Waldwick was near leaves exploding green shoots budding ****** white maple blooms natures accolades stunning the oaks yet bare just waking from slumber winters death passing a sad day put asunder the motorcade passed Joey’s home on Prospect Ave few  envision lifes endings this woefully sad red chevy pickup idles in hoop crowned driveway never to drain jumpers again departed children can’t play the eye in the sky framed neighbors in mourning welcoming back a fallen hero unsettled emotions dawning neighbors waved Old Glory from painted stoops and curbs unsure how this tragedy visits this blessed suburb green grass of home always flush with spirit tears welled in the eyes most difficult to bear it last cruise of the town sad neighbors stand witness paying final due respects and ponder from a distance what purpose is served by this man’s passing? the dead cannot speak rationale is for the living the terrible herse death circles our town moves through our day hope of spring drowned murderer of sunshine killer of young flowers budding trees breaking our hearts an ashen pallor we remember the beauty of Joey’s stout face as it looked on your finest day exuding pure honor and grace old vets gather donning caps and pins boasting semper fi jackets jutting tear dripping chins shaking hands, giving hugs bearing tattered banners the hearse ambles onward we head home in solemn manner good folks are always faithful where beloved ones grew the death of our children we sadly cannot undo 7. the bells of St. Lukes called out from the sky platoons of limping vets marched in with pride pomp and circumstance requisite dress blues family, friends, townsfolk overflowed the pews doleful bells resound tolling a mournful reckon the cost of war mounts a family’s loss beckons the casualties of war falls upon a nation's youth a seasons page not  turned a flowing wound not soothed the wistful cornet calling floats on the fluted air the bereaved ***** gently sounds a congregations somber despair an unsettling dirge the parish grows uneasy nationalist bravado wanes in the forlorn sanctuary both church and flag draped in colors of war mock stain glass windows communicants adore is it a betrayal of the flag to offer enemies psalms of reconciliation? where does true loyalty lay with God or a warring nation? afterall this is a sanctuary where peace and harmony reigns are we not called to beat swords into ploughshares as the highest calling of our Lord? we are always faithful to the pathways to war when the practice of peace is what we should adore 8. coughing and whispers incessant low murmur a baby cries out we sit and remember the crucifers process in solemnity to greet subtle ***** notes salute a coffin draped in Old Glory sheets the beloved child welcomed to his eternal repose priests splash holy water within the sacred dome an amazing grace revealed lifted by marine pallbearers dearly departed body presented gently placed at the altar a grief struck sister lovingly eulogizes recalls tonka trucks, GI Joe’s and cool transformers a punch in the nose an approaching wedding beckoning Eastertide vacation plans left begging my second grade class sent Christmas cookies and cards to dear Joey and warrior friends he said it warmed stark winter hearts he was raised in this church taught trust and reconciliation the comfort of the Lords peace may it surely go with him for he was always faithful to sisters, family and faith his resurrection service imbues sacredness to this space 9. sharp in dress blues Eddie T USMC Gunny big 50 caliber smile offers his eulogy Bada Bing Jersey Humvee we called him Joey Calzones good mood, loved sausages he tickled the funny bone always willing to sacrifice loved the Patriots Tom Brady a women dominated household gave him a way with the ladies his calling explosive ordinances he said he was livin the dream March 6th last time we met knocking frost off cold ones man whatta scream a gallant marine, beloved brother, a sure friend he was always faithful I’m deeply wounded by his untimely end 10. the gospel read the homily offered Ecclesiastes wisdom a time for everything proffered God never turns an eye from the beloved though seasons change we are not forsaken never unloved as loss arrives surely grief grows turn away not wisdom knows in resignation love lay dead diligent intention banishes dread our rekindled hope we rend and sow our beloved Joey knew this was so our favorite son’s example taught us now rises on eagle’s wings to claim his divine justice Jesus faithfully tramped the path to an awful death Joey too fought the good fight a warrior now gratefully at rest The Lord holds him close to the ***** of sure love a cantors beatific voice incants Joey’s spirit that forever enchants The Lord is always faithful to the bereaved and  beloved no one ever forsaken all unconditionally loved 11. the Holy Eucharistic cup affirms everlasting giving tasted to nourish evermore a libation for the living singing the Beatitudes praising peace makers mercy filled voice and song   pallbearers lift Joey’s coffin off to seek his final peace an earthly occupation ended he’ll suffer worldly hate no more down the aisle his coffin wended the family closely followed a mother haltingly sobbing faithful marines came forth to steady her wobbling there is no sudden waking from this terrible dream the pungent incense rose to the chapels sacred beams the stained glass murals depict the passion of Jesus’s story illuming a consuming sorrow in all its grace filled glory the ***** of death slinks on again we search for consolation the recompense of honor blest leaves a hollow heart wanting no answers offered to quell the dark of these terrible life’s moments only the desperate need to hold onto beleaguered treasure that sustains us for we are always faithful to the things we know always faithful to the things we refuse to let go 12. the color guard and funeral detail assembled in front of St. Luke’s the cemetery right next door the procession a short troop the living will stumble through the darkness of separation seeking elusive answers of poignant uncertainty; all gave some, Joey gave all nothing more required for his journey through eternity Joey will always be with us his stories forever retold as long as the machinery of great nations engage the gears of wasteful war Joey’s spirit lives in a peoples desire for freedom, only if our hope of peace is greater than the need for conflict Joey’s lifes work is sure to bear fruit if those remaining fight the good fight by taking up the task to protect and expand the values of liberty we hold most dear like our good friend Jesus Joey wears a crown bejeweled with a ring of thorns hoisted on a terrible cross the sweet incense of you meets our nose we inhale your earthly presence beholding beautifully adorned crucifix, a reminder of unjust persecution and a perfect resurrection yet this wretched coffin remains pledging allegiance we rationalize our stories, articulating our small parts in  heroic sagas, reciting myths of ourselves, recording the grim history of a young marine surrounded by a smart color guard, feasting on todays eucharist, this days sweet taste of  the daily bread of human sorrow The priest finishes his graveside commendation of Joey D Taps conclude a wind rises crows take flight winging over a stand of budding Sugar Maples exploding in white blooms, reveling in the glorious sunshine of this magnificent day St. Luke’s stairway to God Country and Home smiling portrait of you forever young we surround your grave to bless the earth you've returned home to your place of birth our flowing pride and salty tears bless the anointed ground that you loved best a proud Jersey son whom Thou hast blest laid in St. Luke’s ground for his heavenly rest for he was always faithful to the blessed land forever at peace in the soils sure hands Charles Ives The Unanswered Question Oakland 11/10/13 jbm
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
james-bradley-mccallum
Semper Fidelis (WIP)
Staff Sgt. Joseph D'Augustine a proud Jersey son whom Thou hast blessed laid in St. Luke’s ground for his heavenly rest April 4, 2012 1. in a far off province of God forsaken Helmand, our dear son Joey met his untimely end an explosive crack a most terrible sound felled a beloved Jersey son to the cold cruel ground working the live wires of a well placed IED a deathly burst killed him it was awful to see   Staff Sgt. Joseph D’Augustine in solemn duty fell fellow brothers in arms will forever reverently tell of courage and character of a dear fallen friend and how the valiant warrior met with death at his end for he was always faithful to his beloved corps comrades couldn't ask a valiant marine for more 2. details of his death are not the real story selflessness and bravery are but part of his glory is it brash to question why he fell? in a useless bitter war an embroiled senseless hell a generation mustered to fight in the war on terror serving four tours of duty in a lost decade of errors two tours in Afghanistan and Iraq could a nation ask a man for more? for he was always faithful to the call upholding pledges he hath sworn 3. the burden of war to a  few confined it rarely crosses an American’s mind incessant war machine drones on apace the horror of conflict so cleverly displaced with afternoon baseball and super bowl parties big disco paychecks and other selfish priorities pay hollow tribute to dear weary troops when valor is mentioned we gather in groups we’ll raise the flag sing stirring anthems than its back to the party pay it no more attention self styled patriots wave handfuls of flags but ask them to contribute the zeal soon lags its left to the few to shoulder burdens of many fairness is lost its a democratic calamity four tours in a decade an inhumane task burdens require sharing its only fair to ask Joey was always faithful to the task at hand willing to step forward to serve his homeland 4. in the wake of 9/11 a nation deeply shaken young patriots stirred liberty’s call not forsaken a call to serve answered to quell the rise of terror a clear clarion alarm marks the nature of the era Joey boldly came forward to train and learn the art of warriors his bright patriotism burned deployed to Afghanistan to capture Osama routing the Taliban without much problem but a pacified Afghan not enough for Bush he invaded Iraq another military push we rolled into Baghdad adorned with victors garlands Saddam’s statue toppled our troops were honored deposing a dictators soon turned to occupation a ****** mission transformed to build the Iraqi and Afghan nations once honored liberators now a conquering force bestriding broken nations on a civil war course military industrialists stood to profit most sweet protracted conflict record earnings to boast lives bartered for lucre a region held hostage the conflict deepened hostilities hardened America dipped into a great recession the war machine bled money and kept on ticking scooping up contracts rewarding investors the dividends of war heaven sent treasure continuation of hostilities preys on a nation's youth as casualties mount ill portents forsoothed a fraction of citizens bare heartaches of war gulping measures of despair to guard a nations door a nation always faithful to the holy pursuit of profit a highest citizens calling put money into your pocket 5. our beloved Jersey son gave a full measure of devotion in dress blues they shipped him back across the ocean on the Dover tarmac they received his remains for a last ride northward to his hometown terrain repatriated body bereft of soul saluted solemn escort knelt hearts trembled, tears muted a hearse for a gallant man flanked by state troop cruisers to escort the funeral train assure an honored movement one last trip up old thunder road the storied highway Joey often trod the last detail legged up 17 reverent firefighters saluted   from overpasses to honor  the woeful scene as the motorcade passed the Garden State Malls frenzied consumers failed to notice at all busy window shoppers didn't to turn an eye as Joey rolled home to the sweet by and by vets interred at the Old Paramus Church gently stirred in their graves reasons for war they search Channel 12 Chopper circled its eye in the sky televised the sad parade captured many teary eyes the early spring blooms colorful petals displayed maples and forsythias a royal carpet laid spring remains always faithful as the new season turns offer sunshine and glory as our sinking hearts burn 6. motorcycle escort northbound lane clear rolling homeward Waldwick was near leaves exploding green shoots budding ****** white maple blooms natures accolades stunning the oaks yet bare just waking from slumber winters death passing a sad day put asunder the motorcade passed Joey’s home on Prospect Ave few  envision lifes endings this woefully sad red chevy pickup idles in hoop crowned driveway never to drain jumpers again departed children can’t play the eye in the sky framed neighbors in mourning welcoming back a fallen hero unsettled emotions dawning neighbors waved Old Glory from painted stoops and curbs unsure how this tragedy visits this blessed suburb green grass of home always flush with spirit tears welled in the eyes most difficult to bear it last cruise of the town sad neighbors stand witness paying final due respects and ponder from a distance what purpose is served by this man’s passing? the dead cannot speak rationale is for the living the terrible herse death circles our town moves through our day hope of spring drowned murderer of sunshine killer of young flowers budding trees breaking our hearts an ashen pallor we remember the beauty of Joey’s stout face as it looked on your finest day exuding pure honor and grace old vets gather donning caps and pins boasting semper fi jackets jutting tear dripping chins shaking hands, giving hugs bearing tattered banners the hearse ambles onward we head home in solemn manner good folks are always faithful where beloved ones grew the death of our children we sadly cannot undo 7. the bells of St. Lukes called out from the sky platoons of limping vets marched in with pride pomp and circumstance requisite dress blues family, friends, townsfolk overflowed the pews doleful bells resound tolling a mournful reckon the cost of war mounts a family’s loss beckons the casualties of war falls upon a nation's youth a seasons page not  turned a flowing wound not soothed the wistful cornet calling floats on the fluted air the bereaved ***** gently sounds a congregations somber despair an unsettling dirge the parish grows uneasy nationalist bravado wanes in the forlorn sanctuary both church and flag draped in colors of war mock stain glass windows communicants adore is it a betrayal of the flag to offer enemies psalms of reconciliation? where does true loyalty lay with God or a warring nation? afterall this is a sanctuary where peace and harmony reigns are we not called to beat swords into ploughshares as the highest calling of our Lord? we are always faithful to the pathways to war when the practice of peace is what we should adore 8. coughing and whispers incessant low murmur a baby cries out we sit and remember the crucifers process in solemnity to greet subtle ***** notes salute a coffin draped in Old Glory sheets the beloved child welcomed to his eternal repose priests splash holy water within the sacred dome an amazing grace revealed lifted by marine pallbearers dearly departed body presented gently placed at the altar a grief struck sister lovingly eulogizes recalls tonka trucks, GI Joe’s and cool transformers a punch in the nose an approaching wedding beckoning Eastertide vacation plans left begging my second grade class sent Christmas cookies and cards to dear Joey and warrior friends he said it warmed stark winter hearts he was raised in this church taught trust and reconciliation the comfort of the Lords peace may it surely go with him for he was always faithful to sisters, family and faith his resurrection service imbues sacredness to this space 9. sharp in dress blues Eddie T USMC Gunny big 50 caliber smile offers his eulogy Bada Bing Jersey Humvee we called him Joey Calzones good mood, loved sausages he tickled the funny bone always willing to sacrifice loved the Patriots Tom Brady a women dominated household gave him a way with the ladies his calling explosive ordinances he said he was livin the dream March 6th last time we met knocking frost off cold ones man whatta scream a gallant marine, beloved brother, a sure friend he was always faithful I’m deeply wounded by his untimely end 10. the gospel read the homily offered Ecclesiastes wisdom a time for everything proffered God never turns an eye from the beloved though seasons change we are not forsaken never unloved as loss arrives surely grief grows turn away not wisdom knows in resignation love lay dead diligent intention banishes dread our rekindled hope we rend and sow our beloved Joey knew this was so our favorite son’s example taught us now rises on eagle’s wings to claim his divine justice Jesus faithfully tramped the path to an awful death Joey too fought the good fight a warrior now gratefully at rest The Lord holds him close to the ***** of sure love a cantors beatific voice incants Joey’s spirit that forever enchants The Lord is always faithful to the bereaved and  beloved no one ever forsaken all unconditionally loved 11. the Holy Eucharistic cup affirms everlasting giving tasted to nourish evermore a libation for the living singing the Beatitudes praising peace makers mercy filled voice and song   pallbearers lift Joey’s coffin off to seek his final peace an earthly occupation ended he’ll suffer worldly hate no more down the aisle his coffin wended the family closely followed a mother haltingly sobbing faithful marines came forth to steady her wobbling there is no sudden waking from this terrible dream the pungent incense rose to the chapels sacred beams the stained glass murals depict the passion of Jesus’s story illuming a consuming sorrow in all its grace filled glory the ***** of death slinks on again we search for consolation the recompense of honor blest leaves a hollow heart wanting no answers offered to quell the dark of these terrible life’s moments only the desperate need to hold onto beleaguered treasure that sustains us for we are always faithful to the things we know always faithful to the things we refuse to let go 12. the color guard and funeral detail assembled in front of St. Luke’s the cemetery right next door the procession a short troop the living will stumble through the darkness of separation seeking elusive answers of poignant uncertainty; all gave some, Joey gave all nothing more required for his journey through eternity Joey will always be with us his stories forever retold as long as the machinery of great nations engage the gears of wasteful war Joey’s spirit lives in a peoples desire for freedom, only if our hope of peace is greater than the need for conflict Joey’s lifes work is sure to bear fruit if those remaining fight the good fight by taking up the task to protect and expand the values of liberty we hold most dear like our good friend Jesus Joey wears a crown bejeweled with a ring of thorns hoisted on a terrible cross the sweet incense of you meets our nose we inhale your earthly presence beholding beautifully adorned crucifix, a reminder of unjust persecution and a perfect resurrection yet this wretched coffin remains pledging allegiance we rationalize our stories, articulating our small parts in  heroic sagas, reciting myths of ourselves, recording the grim history of a young marine surrounded by a smart color guard, feasting on todays eucharist, this days sweet taste of  the daily bread of human sorrow The priest finishes his graveside commendation of Joey D Taps conclude a wind rises crows take flight winging over a stand of budding Sugar Maples exploding in white blooms, reveling in the glorious sunshine of this magnificent day St. Luke’s stairway to God Country and Home smiling portrait of you forever young we surround your grave to bless the earth you've returned home to your place of birth our flowing pride and salty tears bless the anointed ground that you loved best a proud Jersey son whom Thou hast blest laid in St. Luke’s ground for his heavenly rest for he was always faithful to the blessed land forever at peace in the soils sure hands Charles Ives The Unanswered Question Oakland 11/10/13 jbm
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