Letters of a Befuddled

Subject
April 26, 2017
Dear Jesus,
Being your slave, what can I do to tend the hours serving you? I
see in your creatures vast potency in Love, latently waiting like
some lady-in-waiting on a wedding. They bustle about with
business for the purpose of distraction from leisurely thinking on
beauty. Really, I notice Jesus, that when Love finally penetrates,
they are embarrassed. How curious an emotional reaction in us
Jesus; for I too have been embarrassed as such that I was
mortified at your preferal of me because I could not defend
myself. Is this also their problem as well? If it is, then we are
one in sin here and one in grace where there is conversion from
this petulant embarrassment of preference (for here all are
preferred) in your Love. Pride enters before the sin of it is
commit and with utter fecundity, rapidly procreates making the
stellars of stars and astors of planets in place until that moment
when the polarity of Prides incipient haste becomes illuminated
with black light and goes from passive to active. This dark light
has power to give men sight with no rites of prayer or Love and
chokes all ceremony of innocents; that sense of self-worth that
spates not with fate or irony nor sieve, rather feathers to the
heavens on the confidence of angels plaintive wings.
Sin is blind, yet it has sight. Good Lord, when I was so blinded
by the sight that I could no longer see the sea of Divine Mercy
and languished long in the valance vanity creates around the
foveal to make peripheral the tantamount realitythats
Entertainment!
Youve given your wine and I have been inebriated and
corroborated with you in this scheme to theme our salvation for
this Nation of the United States!
Thank you Jesus for this time to vent my poetic inclination on
the incipation of the sin of Pride. Keep me from vanity by
making me holy as it is in Heaven and under Heaven where we
will live in unity with all Humanity.
I Do Believe Jesus! Give us a miracle cleansing! Heal Us!
Your Befuddled Subject

April 26, 2017

Second Letter
Dear Jesus,
When will you come again? Are you not here already? Have
you and I not Communed? How close is being bread to you? I
search to know for how to give up cowardice and the prowess of
survival for the flowing flower of giving Love from a fountain
that has a source and crys blood for the redemption of another.
Jesus, I know you did this just in the Incarnation alone not to
mention the invention of the telephone where you truly cried
with blood for all the chatter and gossip. Sprinkle me with
hyssop therefore Lord for all of mine own chatter, what was the
matter with me? Ennui! That trouble about boredom. This
Monk once asked me for my boredom. Did I give it to him? I
thought: how can I hand him something that is not palpable
rather spiritual. I mean: How does one hand over a spirit? So,
I didnt have a wife to go home and ask; cause that is
ridiculous!...no, burlesque! I cant tell if I gave it or he took it. I
definitely wanted him to relieve me.
To be or not to be, Jesus, is only a question of to be me or to be
bread for your edification. Is it painful to be ingested by you?
Or is it fulfilling more than the stars in heaven rising every
night? It is certainly all one or the otherno half measure. If it
is painful, will you help me and not leave me? You, who are the
Son of God and Man, could be left abandoned; me, I cannot be
abandoned ever by you! Saint Alphonsus Di Liguori has said
this: My sweet Redeemer, Thine abandonment makes me hope
that God, although I have betrayed him, will not abandon me.
O my Jesus, how have I been able to live so long forgetful of
Thee? I thank Thee for not having forgotten me. The Passion
of Christ Chapter XV part IV
Remember me Jesus when mine hour of death crosses my path
and we shall meet without the veil of vain sight at the
intersection of a Mexican Icon of your Mother on a tilma.
Is a miracle vain? I may be in error to think so. Forgive me
though for speckles of freckles on my face of Faith.
Your Befuddled Subject