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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

One by One

Hell has found me late this night
And I can't seem to see
How everything will be alright
When no one hears my plea

He asks if I'm ok
I sigh and shake my head
He nods and looks away
I sit and stare ahead

One member left our side
For a different destiny
She gave in to her pride
And let go of family

One other lives away
Refuses to even speak
To those who all dismay
At his absence this past week

Another is now in pain
Lying in a hospital bed
What left is there to gain
When he wishes to be dead?

One by one they're falling
And there's nothing I can do
Instead I sit here calling
Praying I won't fall too

Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk

Friday, June 21, 2013

Judgement

They're all abandoning me
Casting me aside
This is how it has to be
No longer are we allied

They say that I am wrong
That I'm sadly mistaken
While by the siren song
Of the world they have been taken

They say they've had enough
They're fine right where they are
Won't call the Devil's bluff
That their souls can not be scarred

One day we'll all face judgement
He'll judge us all the same
But in that dreadful moment
He'll suffer me no blame


Photo Credited to, https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Last_Judgement._Jean_Cousin..jpg

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Silence

How often do we take a moment to genuinely appreciate silence? To most people, it tends to be uncomfortable, awkward, or even frightening. Why is this? We so often find ourselves needing to turn on the tv, or music, or some other source of sound so as to not have to wade in the treacherous water that is silence. What makes silence so uncomfortable for us? We live in a world that is so full of noise that one would think it would be a relief, but no. We've become so consumed by the world as a society that we no longer recognize the value of silence. 
Instead of looking at silence as uncomfortable or frightening, try to recognize the peace that can come with it if you just do a little digging to find it. Silence is a treasure. A treasure worth more than you can realize. Just take a moment, go to your room, shut the door, and do your best to cast away all stressful thoughts, and if you can't, then place them before God. Give them to Him and then take a step back and just listen. Let your mind open and open your senses to God. When God told Elijah to exit the cave when he heard Him call him, he did not come out at the loud noises that God sent, but only when he heard a soft whisper (1 Kings 19:11-13). Therefore, how can we expect to hear God when he calls if we are never in a surrounding quiet enough to hear the tiniest whispers of His voice? 
Again I say to you, silence is a treasure, and it is to be seen as such and guarded as such. 
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk.

Picture credited to, http://shereadstruth.com/2012/08/24/day-17-proverbs-17/

Late Night Thoughts

Do you ever just lay in your bed and think? If not, then you should try it.
It's a quarter to 3 here, and, for whatever reason, I just don't want to sleep. I'm just laying here thinking. I feel like my deepest thoughts always come to me at night. Maybe it's because of the lack of noise around me besides the Gregorian chant I have playing (Which can't really be classified as noise since it's so peaceful and soothing), or maybe they just seem deep because I'm super tired and my brain is a little worn out from the day. Either way, my thoughts always tend to be a little more interesting at night.
They tend to vary quite a bit, my thoughts. From the origins of the universe to how I have a crush on a girl but can't do anything about it because I feel like God is calling me to be a celibate monk. 
I almost feel like just laying here thinking is better than sleep. It almost seems to recharge my metaphorical batteries better since I've never been a fan of waking up from a night's sleep and tend to feel dreadful in the morning. 
This is probably one of the only ways you could tell that I'm an introvert by nature. I've got a group of friends at my church who refused to believe that I was an introvert on account of how crazy I can get when I'm with other people. This actually happens to be a trait of my personality type (INFP or Healer-Idealist). 
I'm definitely more of a night person than a morning person. Part of me kind of wishes that I could just stay awake at night and sleep during the day. I'm already half doing that since it's summer vacation and I'm now able to sleep in until around 11 every day of the week besides Sunday (A welcomed change from the previous going to bed at 2 and waking up at 6:30 every day except Saturday during the school year).
I always seem to make grand plans for my mornings. It's usually along the lines of wake up early, get ready for the day, say my morning prayers and maybe add a rosary in, make a nice breakfast, etc. etc., but then I wake up and think, "I was up until 3 last night and I feel like I'm going to die. there's no way I can do this today..." and I go back to sleep. Then I wake up later and feel totally guilty and resolve to do all that stuff tomorrow, and the cycle repeats continuously.
I just realized that if I were at the monastery where I'm planning to spend the rest of my life after high school right now, I'd already be awake for the day. The Benedictine Monks of Our Lady of Guadalupe Monastery in New Mexico rise every morning at 3:10 and I haven't even gone to bed yet... I can't be completely certain, but there may just be something seriously wrong with that.
I've tried going to bed early, but I don't like it. Being the only one awake late at night is the only time when I feel like I can be truly alone with my thoughts and prayers. It's almost like it's a necessity to me. Like if there's even one other person awake with me in the same house, even if we're in completely different rooms, then I'm not really alone. It's almost like the presence of another active mind makes mine afraid that it might be interrupted. In a way, I suppose that's true. I really hate when I'm in the middle of really deep thought and somebody suddenly comes into the room and starts talking to me or tells me to do something. It's not like it's their fault. I mean, they didn't know. It just aggravates me. 
The only living thing in my house that I like to be with me at night is my dog. I mean, I can tolerate the two goldfish in my room, but that's because I never really notice them. My dog is a different story though. He's my favorite pet out of any that my family has ever owned and he's one of my best friends. Since the majority of my friends live at least a half an hour away from me, he's good to have around. He never complains about anything (Besides when I've slept too long and he really really has to go pee), he follows me around almost everywhere I go, and he's always making me laugh. A loyal companion like this is truly difficult to find.
Well, I should probably go to bed now. Have a lovely day/evening/night/afternoon or whatever time of day you're in, and Dominus Vobiscum.


Monday, June 10, 2013

Silent Tears

Silent tears run down her face
All the pain she can't erase
Holding on to all this loss
Too heavy for her to bear the cross

She weeps for what she must go through
She weeps for what she has to do
She can't release the pain inside
She won't forget the one who died

She knows it's time to say goodbye
She lets out one more tortured sigh
They lower the body beneath the ground
As she weeps aloud without a sound

Written by, Ginger Monk
Inspired by, my Aunt Sarah
Dominus Vobiscum

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Yes, I am a Ginger

Yes, I am a ginger
I have been known to linger
Out of the sun's bright rays
And in the dark for days

I just might steal your soul
And place it in a bowl
It could be ripe and tasty
Or gross and super pasty

A freckle for each soul
I've eaten from my bowl
Pale skin upon my body
But freckles make it dotty

My eyes are pale and green
Like none you've ever seen
I stare into your eyes
You stare back in stunned surprise

Ten minutes, not a blink
Your heart begins to sink
I'm staring at your soul
It's ruined, black as coal

I finally look away
But much to your dismay
You feel an empty hole
For I just stole your soul 

Written by, Ginger Monk
Dominus Vobiscum and have a lovely day



Photo credited to, http://m.quickmeme.com/meme/3qthnz/

Cruel Tumult

Blackened skies
Tear filled eyes
All because
Of people's lies

Hearts of stone
Broken bones
Calloused because
We're always alone

Our demons are watching
Our hearts are stopping
And all our hopes
Are slowly dropping

But don't complain
It's all your fault
You caused this pain
This cruel tumult

Written by, Ginger Monk

Photo credited to, http://sonicsyndrome.deviantart.com/art/Blackened-Sky-196926027

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Mercy

Now I lay me down to sleep
I beg my angel not to weep
I know that I've been wretched today
I know that my evils will make me pay

The devil has a hold on me
So much that I no longer see
He's always there, he calls my name
He makes me put myself to shame

I listen to his empty lies
All the while my angel cries
Angel of God, my guardian dear
I implore you to take me away from here

Guard me Jesus in my fight
Against the forces of the night
And if the devil conquers me
I beg the Lord to show mercy

Written by, Ginger Monk


The Devil Inside

My beautiful disaster
My lovely affliction
Soul like alabaster
But with a hidden addiction

Why must you speak one way
But act in another?
How you act and what you say
Don't mirror each other

Can't you withhold
Your hidden desire
Instead of being so cold
Living life as a liar?

Pulchritudinous creature
Sweet young disease
You act as a preacher
But it's the devil you please

You can't hide this forever
In the end you will lose
You won't fulfill your endeavor
So now you must choose

Either shed your sweet skin
Your camouflaged hide
Or remove what's within
The devil inside

Written by, Ginger Monk
Dominus Vobiscum




Photo credited to, http://narsbusiness.com/2013/02/25/are-you-a-liar/

Monday, June 3, 2013

Fly Away

Run far far away, my love
Fly far far away, my dove
Search for a place of heav'nly solace
Away from this hell so lost and lawless

Fly home to your hidden haven
Fly straight through the fog my raven
You don't belong here in this place
But after you the world will chase

Fly away from all the pain
'Till in heaven we meet again
Weep no more, my dearest child
Fly from the Earth, so dark and wild

Return to me at heaven's gate
No longer is it your time to wait

Written by, Ginger Monk
Dominus Vobiscum