Francis is such a hope-filling writer. Today's excerpt from his book is a sort of transition chapter as he explains in the first paragraph. At the end of everything we can't take our money with us, we can't even take our hopes, our dreams and our disappointments with us. At the end of everything our hope is Oneness with the Divine — peace and equilibrium. Francis argues, it is Here, Now! Sieze it...
I'm not going anywhere — I'm already there!
To this point I have been writing about what some authors would call my journey or path. I do not see it as a journey because I am not going anywhere. I know I am already there. My Love is here and now. Heaven is now. I had some experience of that as a pre-school child. Somehow I allowed it to become obscured. I made idols to compensate. I suffered in the world I made. From the hell I made by believing in idols, I began to awaken, and hopefully will continue my awakening through forgiveness of the world I made, until I know my Creator will gently shake off the last remnants of sleep. My first impossible judgment: separation, gives way to the Last Judgment: My beloved and only begotten child, you am holy indeed, never having left my eternal embrace.
From the next chapter I write of my experiences regarding aspects of this world's story. But first I give you some poems I had written in recent years.
Pentecost Day! What celebrations enlived!
My gratitude expressed. My hopes revived.
Childlike wonder excitedly bestirred,
I wonder yet what has occurred.
Jesus out of sight as of Ascension Day,
Has sent the One with me to be who may
Guide me to full truth of Jesus' way,
Accepting atonement as He it has made.
Jesus now to God's bosom with deepest inclusion
Has dismissed for me fear's illusion;
No true separation was ever there.
Holy Spirit shows me Oneness to share.
Holy Spirit sent to me in constant association,
Be my companion in awareness and communication
That I may use the gifts of life and sadness
To lead me to truth and loving kindness.
Holy Spirit, understanding is my trade,
Prompt me to see forgiveness Jesus made.
Attach each kin to Jesus loving fervour
That like God I see waywardness no further.
For me to love each one is Jesus' school,
Holy Spirit, fire me up with that only rule.
And in visages that in storms seem caught
Teach me, Spirit, to see that love is sought.
If love is there I can but know
My place with God is sure below.
Dear Spirit, teach me in daily events
That I may surely gain a holy sense. 1995
The end came quick, but those who saw
Had terror and fear. What can I do?
Just be ... and know, it's not the law
That saves mankind, but love right through.
To see those there to windows cling
While fire does rage and pieces fall,
Compassion stirs and my heart does sing
To hear within, a mighty call.
Where can I serve as many suffer?
What can I do to relieve the pain
That tears apart loved child and mother?
But how to join such lives again?
Within my being, I do know
My Source made me and those who died.
Just one we are, as God did bestow
On what seemed good and on what evil belies.
Such loss of life as real it may seem,
Undoes my sense of goodness now,
But when I wake from this mad, mad dream,
We all are one, as Creator knew how. 2001
Dramas Don't Leave a Trace
Whatever seems to come to me,
As if free choice or happenstance,
Or rotten luck, at least not free,
Or seeming good or bad by glance.
Whatever it is, I know for sure
I remain perfect as Creator established.
The constant dramas I seem to endure
Are as if the works of projectionist.
Projection on screen may clearly show
Some joy or horror for me to see.
When all is done with tears or bravo,
The screen is unchanged, no catastrophe. 2002
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Francis Brown is a priest of the Roman Catholic Rite who was ordained in St Stephen's Cathedral in Brisbane in 1953 after completing study and training at St Paschal's College in Box Hill, Victoria. He served as a missionary in Papua New Guinea with a group of fellow Franciscans from 1955 to 1973. Having obtained permission to marry in 1973 he worked amongst the villagers on road construction and continued as their elected representative in Local Government. At the end of 1973 he, along with his wife, Mary, continued family life in Australia. He worked as a Probation and Parole Officer before retirement and has continued an active engagement in the parish and community life of the suburb of Kingsgrove South-West of Sydney. His main hobby is writing poetry and prose endeavouring to help himself and others gain a greater awareness of God and all as One.
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