The Straight Way [*POEM*]

The  Straight  Way

By XANADU


As I go grey, as I grow old,
And read through the book of my life,
All I see is a tale unfold
Of waste and shame, of storm and strife.

Where’s it all gone, I wonder, where
The hopes and the dreams and the striving?
— Gone with old wounds, the wear and tear,
And the vanity fair of living. 

Now just as I began to sink
Into despair, there came to me
One who gave my soul to drink
The breastmilk of eternity.

Whispered that Voice:  ‘Gone, gone the past!
And gone the terrors of the night.
By crooked ways we come at last
To the Straight Way and the kind light.

Eat the bread of understanding.
Run the race and do your duty.
Learn to die, sitting or standing.
Seek in silence the sacred beauty.’

22 thoughts to “The Straight Way [*POEM*]”

  1. That is beautiful, Lasha, and emotionally moving. I perceive that God is leading you into greater light and peace of soul. You are indeed a beautiful soul and this world is blessed by the light of God you reflect. I find these lines especially powerful and moving:

    Now just as I began to sink
    Into despair, there came to me
    One who gave my soul to drink
    The breastmilk of eternity.

    Whispered that Voice: ‘Gone, gone the past!
    And gone the terrors of the night.
    By crooked ways we come at last
    To the Straight Way and the kind light.

    I’m reminded of the great English scholar John Henry Cardinal Newman’s “Lead Kindly Light” (1834), as he was passing through the spiritual birth-pangs of conversion from High Church Anglicanism to Catholicism in a strongly anti-Catholic and rationalist early to mid-19th C. England:

    Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th’encircling gloom,
    Lead Thou me on!
    The night is dark, and I am far from home,
    Lead Thou me on!
    Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
    The distant scene; one step enough for me.

    I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
    Shouldst lead me on;
    I loved to choose and see my path; but now
    Lead Thou me on!
    I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
    Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

    So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
    Will lead me on.
    O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
    The night is gone,
    And with the morn those angel faces smile,
    Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

    Meantime, along the narrow rugged path,
    Thyself hast trod,
    Lead, Saviour, lead me home in childlike faith,
    Home to my God.
    To rest forever after earthly strife
    In the calm light of everlasting life.

    1. Newman was a great poet. Heaven is the poet’s realm. We will never know for sure until we die (said Thomas Beckett), but poems like this introduce pleasant musings about it. 🙂

  2. I’m proud of Lasha. This poem is actually a good poem. I’m glad I suggested to Lasha to change from her usual theme of “I’m yearning to be reunited with my dearly departed loved one in heaven when I die” to some other theme. She listened to me and in doing so composed a good poem. I knew she could do it!

    I can’t wait to find out how to say “the breastmilk of eternity” in Italian! [ Maybe it won’t sound so corny in Italian, *grin*. ]

    1. How to say “the breastmilk of eternity” in Italian: Il latte materno dell’eternita’

      I see deep spiritual meaning in those words. As a mother nourishes the child at her breast, so those who are baptized into the Mystical Body of Christ are spiritually nourished with sanctifying and actual grace from the same Mother who nourished Jesus as a babe at Her breast. That is because Mary His Mother is now exalted as Queen of Heaven beside Her Divine Son, and according to God’s inscrutable will, just as He came to us in the Incarnation through the holy Virgin Mary, so likewise His grace comes to us through Her. This is explained very profoundly and beautifully in “The Secret of Mary” by St Louis De Montfort: http://www.ecatholic2000.com/montfort/secret/secret.shtml
      Audio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rz21WuKt0As

    2. Gilbert ,

      When are you going to start composing poetry again? You were pretty good at it then you quit. We miss your poetry.

      1. TROJ remind Brownhawk George III
        Him go mad one day say crazy things
        Them try take crown from king
        Kick him to loony bin
        George doctor get in George face
        Him say me no care you king
        Me fix you so you be good king
        It work
        Him king thirty more years

        Gilbert Huntly like Brownhawk
        Him no like George III
        Him want tell American what to do
        We say to king shove off
        But king sad him lose America
        Him say big loss
        Lose wonderful land
        Beautiful nature for artist
        Make nice paintings and poems
        Oh well
        Him loss our gain
        We need keep

        1. Well done, Brother Brownhawk!
          Me likee Great Chief Red Injun pottery.
          (Ahem … Sorry! POETRY! Not pottery.)
          Brother Brownhawk terror of tomahawk
          Make big trouble here, often talk Hitler!
          Need smoke peace pipe with Admin
          And find nice sexy squaw for pillow pleasure! 🙂

          1. Brownhawk got nice squaw already
            Her keep Brownhawk warm in tepee
            Her like make pottery
            She like make whoopee too
            Then them spoon to sleep💞💤

  3. I take advantage of this poetic space and post a poem I wrote recently and shared with LD. I wish neither to detract from Xanadu’s “The Straight Way” nor to divert attention due to the poem. I write as one elderly, a lonely long-distance runner. I merely hope to sound a faithful echo of what I perceive the poem’s sentiments. “Race” is a key word for me, “run the race” a phrase of notable import!

    Idle Riddles

    I am not my body, not mind, not soul
    Neither mean nor kind, either part or whole
    Nonetheless, but for me, my Self, and I
    Ears be deaf, blind be eyes, the living die.
    Who am I?
    If GOD be everywhere, then where am I?
    If GOD be nowhere, then how am I?
    If GOD be everything, then what am I?
    If GOD be nothing, then why am I?
    Idle riddles for those with nothing to lose
    All the others “loose” a chance to choose!

    Fiddlers with time to spare (lest thumbs a’twiddle)
    Stroke strings with fiddle-sticks, even fair to middling
    Sounds symphonic — therein silent notes abound
    Ears hear them as jewels in Cacophony’s crown
    Seeming absence serving notice of actual presence.

    Thus, in word and deed, Nothing becomes Everything
    Brushing colored oils on canvas
    Writing words as prose, in stanzas
    Sending music for song and dances
    Then Nothing becomes final, cast in natural stone
    Everything abandoned, left evermore alone
    Each and all atone and return to starting gates:
    Fearsome races run set pace, not seal our fates.

    acd, 18-19 May 2021

  4. Its funny, how a poem can end up bringing out the poets in us. This poem especially reveals the hidden philosopher in all of us, who seeks the meaning in what appears as dreadfully meaningless in life. And that’s a good thing. The hidden Philosopher is the Child (Here I go again……I hope am right this time) The Child of the Universe, who queries in his twilight years, what this was all about. Was is just to eat, drink and be merry? Were our disappointments in life, based on the missed opportunity to “eat, drink and be merry?” This is the Atavistic attitude that encourages the beast in us, to pursue nihilistic preoccupations, which materialism is all about. As the Poet says,
    “ As I go grey, as I grow old,
    And read through the book of my life,
    All I see is a tale unfold
    Of waste and shame, of storm and strife.”

    Yes. There has to be more in life, than the pursuit of pleasure. And if there is more in life, it can only means that we are more than mere animals who “eat, drink and like being merry” If we are more than that, the who are we?

    “Whispered that Voice: ‘Gone, gone the past!
    And gone the terrors of the night.
    By crooked ways we come at last
    To the Straight Way and the kind light.”

    And gone too, says I, will be a chance to get it right………just for once.
    So, do not let the Sun go down without catching up with your Twilight Homework, to

    “Eat the bread of understanding.
    Run the race and do your duty.
    Learn to die, sitting or standing.
    Seek in silence the sacred beauty.’

    That’s my take.

    A beautiful Poem..

    1. Deeply moving video from Lobro. Loved it.

      Was also profoundly moved by Darrell’s “Lead Kindly Light” hymn by Cardinal Newman, now a saint of the Catholic Church. Darrell is almost certainly right in saying that Newman’s hymn influenced Lasha’s poem, especially the verse:

      “Whispered that Voice: ‘Gone, gone the past!
      And gone the terrors of the night.
      By crooked ways we come at last
      To the Straight Way and the kind light.”

      She could have said “kindly light” instead of “kind light” but that would have been one syllable too much for the line. Correct prosody (metre) demands 8 syllables for the line, not 9, this being an octosyllabic poem. She precedes the poem with a quote from Dante, “In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.”

      I’d just like to point out that “the Straight Way” is also a reference to Islam that has influenced LD deeply. The phrase comes from one of the most famous prayers in Islam, the opening verses of the Qur’an, Sura 1, consisting of seven short verses:

      Here is the invocation to Allah:

      “Thee do we worship,
      And thine aid we seek.
      Show us the Straight Way”.

      (verses 5-6)

      Dante almost certainly got his “Straight Way” reference in ‘The Divine Comedy” from his close study of the Qur’an.

      1. One more footnote for the curious.

        Newman’s hymn “Lead Kindly Light” had a great influence on Mahatma Gandhi who used to love quoting one line from the hymn, “One step enough for me.”

        This was the basis of his philosophy of life. Much could be accomplished in this life if you did things slowly and methodically, one step at a time.

            1. “I like your Christ; I do not like your Christians. Your Christian are so unlike your Christ.” (Gandhi)

              There will always be good Christians and bad Christians, and Ghandi’s experience of “Christians” was almost exclusively those apostate, cruel, and murderous British largely guided by the principles of social Darwinism in their view and treatment of the peoples of India. Had he met, for example, Padre Pio or Pope Pius XII, he would most likely had said he had finally met a Christian so very much like Christ.

              Most Christians will be considerably imperfect Christians for the same reason that most humans will be morally imperfect humans, and that is because the natural moral law is not easy to follow. The moral law Christianity imposes, especially in the sexual sphere (largely abandoned by most non-Catholics by the early to mid-20th C. and by most Catholics during its “Great Apostasy” in the 1960s), is the most demanding because Christ perfected the moral law by internalizing it: “He who looks upon a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”

              Christ chose 12 apostles. One of them betrayed Him into the hands of His killers, the one Jesus chose to be the Rock upon which He would build His church (Matthew 16.18-19) three times denied knowing Him, and all of them abandoned Him and fled when He was arrested. But they received the gift of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost (which the traditional Catholic Church celebrates all of this week beginning this past Sunday). Christ promised to guide and preserve His Church in the truth, giving the apostles (and their successors) the power and authority to teach, govern, and sanctify the baptized members of His Church, but He didn’t promise to preserve them from sin. That requires the desire to do God’s will above all things, prayer, the sacraments, firm resolve and effort, and avoiding “occasions of sins.”

              The strongest argument against Christianity is bad Christians, and the strongest argument for Christianity are holy Christian men and women. Visit a traditional Catholic monastery of nuns or monks and you may very well meet a living saint or two. Read the life of a saint, such as Saints Francis of Assisi, Anthony of Padua, Catherine of Siena, Teresa of Avila, John Vianney, or the more recent Padre Pio, stigmatist and great miracle worker (d.1968):
              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZcVlYfZZvo
              Hopefully you and many others will come to see that the traditional Catholic Church (as opposed to the apostate counterfeit church of Rome since 1958, now headed by NWO Globalist pawn Francis), the most viciously persecuted and slandered institution in history, is the one true Ark of Salvation which can help us save our immortal souls. Our Lady, Queen of Heaven and earth, pray for us!

  5. Yes, very beautiful. Thank you, Lobro.

    This 3 minute video is what moved me to tears when I first saw it a month ago, the first time I think I shed tears since my mother died in 2018.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZcVlYfZZvo
    There’s a translation of the Psalm being recited in Italian during part of the video in one of the recent comments, which can be helpful to get the full effect of the beautiful and emotionally moving images presented. Beautiful music too.

      1. What that short video shows is very much in line with what the Darkmoon website represents, upholds, and defends: Truth, Goodness, and Beauty. It shows Catholic Tradition that has been stolen from us by the traditional enemies of Christ and of the moral and social order, i.e., the Judeo-Masonic-Communist powers that have infiltrated and taken over the Vatican and the visible structures of the Catholic Church (and virtually every other religious body as well, and all the choke points of culture, and governments). Today the Catholic Church adhering to tradition in all things, a small faithful “remnant,” but growing, now exists where Catholic tradition, including all the traditional sacramental rites, have been maintained since the death of Pius XII (1958) when his legitimate successor, who was also his preferred successor, the orthodox and staunchly anti-communist Cardinal Giuseppe Siri, was forced off the chair of St Peter by means of a nuclear threat. It is called “sede impedita” (which became “sede vacante” when Siri died in 1989), and much of the evidence can be seen at https://www.realnews247.com/giuffre_on_oct_26_1958.htm

        Hardly anyone knows that the “Catholic Church” we’ve all witnessed since the 1960s is actually the “counterfeit church of darkness” (in the words of the Catholic mystic Venerable Anne Catherine Emmerich) headed by a series of Judeo-Masonic assets. They are anti-popes. This has been long prophesied, from Sacred Scripture through the Church Fathers, saints, and mystics, and in apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary, including the never publicly revealed Third Secret of Fatima.

        “Rome will lose the faith and become the seat of the Antichrist. The Church will be in eclipse. The world will be in dismay.” (Our Lady of La Salette, 1846)

        1. Concerning the oxymoronically labeled “Roman Catholic Church” and its “takeover”, Michael Hoffman’s magisterial “The Occult Renaissance Church of Rome” warrants mention. Vatican II and subsequent insults appear merely the icing on the cake, the baking of which seemed more or less fait accompli by 1500 or so. Usury and the Kabbalah figure prominently in this history.

          I highly recommend reading of the book. An apple from the tree circa 1965, I myself rolled off and faraway. In the genre of historical revisionism, Hoffman’s book assisted my reclaiming peace with “Mother Church”.

  6. THE WAR GOD & PRAGMATIC ATHEISTS

    Now it would seem then that when we consider what is commonly thought of as ‘faith’ and what is called by those who believe ‘true religion’ one finds that ‘faith’ and ‘belief’ seem to be for the most part custom and social convention. A person is ‘saved’ by bringing their behaviour into line with the customs and practices of a certain group, and membership in that group is then the criteria for salvation. Faith does not seem to mean much more than that.

    As an example of what I mean we can consider what I will call the three War God religions, the three related faiths of Judaism, Christianity and the Muslim religion. All three religions propagate the notion of the War God, a god who it is said sends human beings out to war for various reasons. For example a Muslim might list off the reasons why Allah would send Muslims out to war, and this includes such things as ‘a threat to the Muslim states’ which of course leads us to the doctrine of ‘the just war’ or the ‘Holy War’ (‘jihad’). Both Muslims and Christians practiced forced conversions by the edge of the sword, something not practiced by Jewish religion, which, if you read the ancient documents, resorted rather to genocidal slaughter and just skipped the whole business of conversion.

    Now let us assume that Allah saw that the Muslim state was threatened or that Muslims were being oppressed or that the Muslim faith was meeting with resistance. At this time Allah would endorse Holy War, and Muslims could then go out to the battle field, to be fried, bombed, burned, hacked, whacked, and bludgeoned, stabbed, shot and hopefully, at the end of the war, they would prevail and thus the True Religion would be safe, and the Muslim state would be saved.

    It goes without saying that no god gets stabbed, burned or bombed, but then gods only ask humans to stab and get stabbed, to shoot and bomb and get shot and bombed when it is a ‘just war’. We know from experience that gods do nothing for anyone, other than of course to give them ‘feelings’ about certain things, perhaps a ‘word of knowledge’ that came to a Christian believer, but as everyone, including religious people knows full well, gods do nothing for anyone, and the most foolish thing a person can do is to trust in a god when the chips are down, when the going gets tough, when the situation is desperate. Even religious people know this, and that is why religious people are usually among the most vociferous war hawks, something I have been observing lately.

    Now let us assume that Allah or the Christian God saw injustice was being done to the True Religion and the Faithful Saints. One could imagine the faithful and Chosen Ones to pray up to their god and no doubt strike terror into the hearts of the evil ones, the ungodly enemy of the True Religion and God’s Chosen People. We can imagine then that the first thought to enter the mind of a TRUE SAINT would be faithful trusting prayer and confident endurance followed, naturally, by DIVINE INTERVENTION. But religious people of all faiths are pragmatic types, and while all religion serves up platitudes regarding trust and the promises of god and so on, when the chips are down religions become WAR RELIGIONS and their gods become WAR GODS, because when the customs and the conventions and platitudes of religion are practiced, as they must be practiced, in the end religious people, much like the world’s most die-hard atheists, know better than to really trust in any god. Rather than call on a god, they will pound their pruning hooks into spears and go to war. Of course the conventional platitudes of religion must be maintained, because we are talking here about appearances and the customs and conventions must be maintained as customs and habits are, and so naturally while religious people go to war it is only natural that they cannot leave their god out of it, even though it is readily apparent that their god is in fact out of it, it being not a god going to war, after all, but religious people going to war, and so it has always been. Religious people will go to war by themselves, knowing better than to not go to war and trust in some god, but they will pray to their war god to bless their armies, and if they prevail in their war prayers and their war chaplains prevail in blessing the bombers and bullets and the tanks, they will naturally thank their god for victory, war gods being the kinds of gods that religious people pray to while religious people go to warring, religious people being pragmatic atheists when push comes to shove after all, or so it seems. They know better than to pray to god for something more than blessings on tanks and bombs and bullets.

    That religious people are in truth pragmatic atheists can be easily proven by simply suggesting to religious people preparing for war that they desist in warring and instead place their full one hundred per cent trust and confidence in their god for deliverance. Now anyone stupid enough to suggest such a thing to the religious followers of the religious war god will get scorned to shame and ridiculed no end, because religious people are to pragmatic, and to much the atheist in heart to actually really believe in the deliverance of a god. This is proven when they turn to bombs and bullets and begin going on about ‘just wars’ and just generally talking the religious holy war talk while walking the pragmatic godless war walk, knowing full well that if they trusted in god at a time like that or placed their safety and survival into the hands of some fickle and unreliable god they would be crushed to dust. They are pragmatic at the end of the day, but remarkably, as I have seen, even though religious people reject the notion of really trusting god, and go warring instead, while they are doing their own warring, they will continue as religious people do, to talk the talk, the religious talk, talk of ‘trusting a god’ and ‘believing a god’s word’ and so on, when it comes to the mundane affairs of ordinary life. It turns out that a god who can’t be trusted or relied on for anything really important, say in times of war or danger, can still be remarkably reliable when it comes to giving a word of knowledge or guiding churches in their everyday lives, their quest for that better job or ‘healing for that relationship’ or whatever else. Gods, it turns out, are constantly busy, reports pour in of their many conversations and their divine protections in ordinary life, about the only time gods turn out to be completely useless being when religious people go off to war.

    Now no god ever gets butchered. You can’t drop a bomb down a god’s smoke stack. You can’t kill a god’s family by bombing them from the air (while of course going on about how unfortunate it was that you killed god’s family, but then, being moral pragmatists, churches will remind you of how people do die in wars, after all, that’s just the way it is). People die in wars. God’s do not die in wars. God’s usually don’t even show up for wars, thus making it less likely that a god might get burned, napalmed, shot, speared, skewered, disembowelled, exploded or mangled. People get mangled, burned, hacked to death, shot, bombed and tortured in wars, which is what happens in wars, after all, and therefore, if we are being realistic and pragmatic atheists, we should realize that and just accept it.

    Just as an interesting experiment I propose that someone should try preaching zealous godliness to churches in the middle of their warring, and thus determine once and for all if it really is true that churches are in fact pragmatic atheists for whom religion consists of nothing more than orderly society, habit, custom and dogma memorized off by heart. You could for example suggest to the True Saints following The One True Religion who know personally The One True God (the one true War God) well you could suggest to them that rather than going warring themselves they might pray up to that ever present ever listening ever involved god of theirs for divine intervention and divine protection. Instead of going warring and then asking god to bless the war effort, as war gods do, you might ask them to pray for that war god to go warring itself for a change, you know, so religious saints could stay home rather than getting barbequed on some battle field themselves, something gods never have to do, but rather, being war gods after all, expect people to do instead (it’s called holy war, because it was endorsed and encouraged by a war god, who never shows up for wars in person, and certainly never does the fighting, which would be a lot easier, and a lot quicker too, that thing being a god after all, , but rather a war god prefers to watch wars, as people do in suburbia, and maybe, just maybe, if enough prayers are said, to shift battles one way or the other).

    So if it was true that say Allah was concerned that the Muslim state was in danger, or the Christian War God was concerned for the safety of America and the Christian faith, well one could expect Allah or that Christian War God to get up off the throne and do something about in person, instead of sending a bunch of religious people out to warring, something that will take years and years and cause horror and sufferings on the earth, which is what wars are, after all, and something people do, not gods. One could expect the faithful True Believer, the devout Muslim or Christian to think first of the thundering divine interventions of their god and the immediate salvation and deliverance of The Chosen Ones, turning in every case to god in resolute trust in the certainty of deliverance and vindication. One could think like that, but in practice religious people are all the same, whatever name tag they wear or whatever name tag they hang on their god. They are pragmatic atheists who trust their god for nothing, who would mock to scorn any suggestion that maybe, instead of warring, they might trust their god. They know better than to do that, and that is why throughout history they never have, and they don’t do it today, and tomorrow is just another day.

    They trust in their armies. They will ride on war horses, they will trust in swift horses. Their land is filled with silver and gold, and there is no end to their treasures; their land is filled with horses, and there is no end to their chariots, their arrows are sharp, all their bows bent, their horses‘ hoofs seem like flint, and their wheels like the whirlwind. For of Yahweh it was said, ‘in returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.” And you would not, but instead you said, “No! We will speed upon horses,” therefore you shall speed away; and, “We will ride upon swift steeds,” therefore your pursuers shall be swift. A thousand shall flee at the threat of one, at the threat of five you shall flee, till you are left like a flagstaff on the top of a mountain, like a signal on a hill. Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help and rely on war horses, who trust in chariots because they are many and in horsemen because they are very strong, but forget about their God. The Egyptians are men, and not God; and their horses are flesh, and not spirit. They lay hold on bow and spear, they are cruel and have no mercy, the sound of them is like the roaring sea; they ride upon horses. But I will have pity on the house of Judah, and I will deliver them by YAHWEH their God; I will not deliver them by bow, nor by sword, nor by war, nor by horses, nor by horsemen. Assyria shall not save us, we will not ride upon horses; and we will say no more, ‘Our God,’ to the work of our hands. In thee the orphan finds mercy. He who handles the bow shall not stand, and he who is swift of foot shall not save himself, nor shall he who rides the horse save his life. And in that day, says YAHWEH, I will cut off your war horses from among you and will destroy your war chariots. I am about to destroy the strength of the kingdoms of the nations, and overthrow the war chariots and their riders; and the war horses and their riders shall go down, everyone by the sword of his fellow. On that day, says YAHWEH, I will strike every horse with panic, and its rider with madness.

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