Monday, November 11, 2019

Poetry in Ordinary Time: For Remembrance Day

Cathedral Church of the Redeemer
"The Poppy Project" - November 2018

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
between the crosses, row on row,
that mark our place; and in the sky, 
the larks, still bravely singing, fly,
scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.  Short days ago 
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
loved and were loved. and now we lie
in Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
to you, from failing hands we throw
the torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though poppies grow
in Flanders Fields.







Saturday, November 2, 2019

Poetry in Ordinary Time: For Autumn, All Saints, All Souls...





This gift from Mary Oliver, for your enjoyment and reflection:


Snow Geese

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
     What a task
          to ask

of anything, or anyone,

yet it is ours,
    and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

One fall day I heard 
   above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was

a flock of snow geese, winging it
    faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the colour of snow, catching the sun

so they were, at least in part, golden.  I

held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us

as with a match
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,

but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.

The geese
flew on.
I have never
seen them again.

Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.
Maybe I won't.
It doesn't matter.
What matters
is that, when I saw them,
I saw them
as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.

-- Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems... Penguin Press, 2017





Sunday, October 27, 2019

Two Things to Remember...


Saturday, November 2, 2019

First...it's the ACW's Annual


2:00 p.m. - 4:00 p.m.

FEATURING
OUR FAMOUS
GIGANTIC
ENORMOUS
STUPENDOUS
COOKIE SALE!

Fill a box for a fee.
Share with your friends!

NOTE: The baking is home-made.
While it's undoubtedly delicious,
we cannot guarantee freedom 
from nuts, soy, dairy, eggs, gluten
or any other allergens and sensitivities.

Sorry.  😢

And second...it's time to...


We return to Mountain Standard Time
in the wee hours 
of Sunday morning so...

Turn your clocks back at bed-time
Saturday night -- November 2.

Enjoy a fresh cookie 
and a hot drink at bedtime...
Then we'll see you at church at 
10:00 a.m. MST on Sunday!


Sunday, October 20, 2019

Parishioners' Reflections: Sonia Smith

Sonia has been sharing her thoughts on the services on the parish Facebook page.  For those of you who don't wish to use Facebook, she's accepted an invitation to share them here too from time to time...

A Reflection on Hope
Sunday, October 20, 2019

HOPE: That was the sermon given today by Rev. Robert. As he talked I could relate to what he was saying about hope and never losing hope. Not only for injustice, but for what we went through as a family. 

Hope was all I had when I came to St. Cyprian`s. A hope that my heart and soul which were in utter shatters (sorry for the dramatics, it felt that bad at the time), would finally find some sort of peace in this church and with God. It didn't happen the day I walked in. I had to live in hope for many years. 

But when I walked in I knew I was in the right place to give myself and my problems to God and to finally restore the hope I had started to slowly lose. Living in an abusive environment and seeing my mother slowly deteriorate in body and mind were killing me....yet I had to cling on to the hope that Things were going to change. 

I prayed. Mom prayed. And things changed. 

My dad finally got care....and then I had to find hope again...the abuse and the tears and the agony of life in general still held a black cloud over our heads.Without getting into details, I had the hope that my dad would go to a different facility for care, he was now violent. I had the hope that mom and I would one day find peace with each other and spend her remaining days making memories. And we did. 

I had the hope, and this one blew me out of the water, that my dad would make his peace with God. And he did. Seeing Reverend Lee or Deacon Doreen, always made him happy. He wouldn't even step into a church. This in itself was pretty amazing. You had to know what my dad was like to understand fully what a difficult person he was. But hope came through, God came through and sent him on to I believe a better place that where he was. And he went out acting like the class clown....fitting actually. I mean that in a good way. He went out laughing and joking. 

Point is never give up hope. Hope for dad to find peace. Hope for making memories. Hope that life will turnaround and God will provide and guide through the darkest of times. Sometimes all seems lost....and there is no way in heaven you can see your way out of the darkness. Keep the faith, keep hope. God is with you. God was with me. It took me time to see it. Until one day I realized who had really been guiding me and to a better life. The blessings come everyday. I thank God for them every day.


Sunday, October 13, 2019

Poetry in Ordinary Time: Thanksgiving




It doesn't have to be 
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just 
pay attention, then patch

a few words together, and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest, but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

"Praying" - Mary Oliver,
from Thirst, 2006