Tuesday, September 8, 2009

American Babylon

" By the rivers of Babylon
we sat mourning and weeping
when we remembered Zion.
On the poplars of that land
We hung up our harps.
There our captors asked us
for the words of a song;
Our tormentors, for a joyful song:
"Sing for us a song of Zion!"
But how can we sing a song of  the
in a foreign land?"    Psalm 137

America, I can barely recognize you. Awake! Awake!

"Tell them: Thus says the Lord:
When someone falls, does he not rise again?
If he goes astray, does he not turn back?
Why do these people rebel
with their obstinate resistance?
Why do they cling to deceptive idols,
refuse to turn back?
I listen closely:
they speak what is not true;
No one repents of his wickedness,
saying ' What have I done!'
Everyone keeps running his course,
like a steed rushing in to battle.        Jer.8:4-6

Utterly Thine, O Lord


  1. Benedicte! This psalm always tugs at my heart when we pray it. How difficult a time they must have had! How difficult too is our soul's time here on earth when it yearns for eternity...

    Thanks for stopping by at my aeternus blog. If you'd like to read more of Father Ryans poems you can find them here:


    He has a tremendous heart in his writing.

  2. I can't help but think of Godspell with Psalm 137-so beautiful!

    You are so blessed Mary with such a wonderful daughter. She must bring you so much joy!

    I am praying for you, and offered my Mass for you this morning for the pain you are suffering with your polymyalgia. I hope you are feeling a bit better.