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2:58pm |
Posted a tweet on Twitter.
@Liturgy I suggest notices be kept simple. Mine is here: http://tinyurl.com/da5rbx
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3:37pm |
Posted a tweet on Twitter.
New blog post: March 5 – Why Soldiers Die by Vytautas BloŁ¾Ä— http://tinyurl.com/a9knoc
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3:37pm |
Updated status on Facebook.
Deacon Jim New blog post: March 5 – Why Soldiers Die by Vytautas BloŁ¾Ä— http://tinyurl.com/a9knoc.
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5:06pm |
Posted a tweet on Twitter.
Making baked fish and yellow rice for dinner. Then off to Stations-of-the-Cross.
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5:06pm |
Updated status on Facebook.
Deacon Jim Making baked fish and yellow rice for dinner. Then off to Stations-of-the-Cross.
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5:08pm |
Posted a tweet on Twitter.
New blog post: March 6 – A Dialogue of the Soul with the Mother, Part 1 from the Bitter Lamentations http://tinyurl.com/aj928z
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5:08pm |
Updated status on Facebook.
Deacon Jim New blog post: March 6 – A Dialogue of the Soul with the Mother, Part 1 from the Bitter Lamentations http://tinyurl.com/aj928z.
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8:19pm |
Scrobbled 4 songs on Last.fm. (Show Details)
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“I, the mother grieving sorely,
Overcome with grief and worry
Feel the piercing sword of pain;
feel the piercing sword of pain.”Why, O Mary, why, dear Mother,
Is your heart thus, made to suffer?
Why do you so deeply grieve;
why do you so deeply grieve?“Do not ask! I faint with sorrow;
My speech halts, I fear the morrow,
And my heart is overcome;
and my heart is overcome.”Tell me, tell me, blessed Mary,
Visage pale with grief and worry,
Why your tears so bitter flow;
why your tears so bitter flow?“I see there my heart’s beloved,
My own Son there in the garden,
Covered with a sweat of blood;
covered with a sweat of blood.”Mother, source of love unceasing,
Let me share your anguished weeping.
May I weep with you this day;
may I weep with you this day!
Translation by the National United Choirs of the Polish National Catholic Church, Music Commission
[audio:https://www.konicki.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/05-gorzkie-ac2bbale-i-rozmowa-duszy-z-matkac285-bolesnac285.mp3]“Ach! Ja Matka tak żałosna!
Boleść mnie ściska nieznośna.
Miecz me serce przenika;
Miecz me serce przenika.”Czemuś, Matko ukochana,
Ciężko na sercu stroskana?
Czemu wszystka truchlejesz;
Czemu wszystka truchlejesz?“Co mię pytasz? Wszystkam w mdłości,
Mówić nie mogę z żałości,
Krew mi serce zalewa;
Krew mi serce zalewa.”Powiedz mi, o Panno moja,
Czemu blednieje twarz Twoja?
Czemu gorzkie łzy lejesz;
Czemu gorzkie łzy lejesz?“Widzę, że Syn ukochany
W Ogrójcu cały zalany
Potu krwawym potokiem;
Potu krwawym potokiem.”O Matko, źródło miłości,
Niech czuję gwałt Twej żałości!
Dozwól mi z sobą płakać;
Dozwól mi z sobą płakać.