Senryus

Senryus

Senryus are a traditional short verse from Japan, using seventeen syllables in a five, seven, five formation. As such they force the writer to be very succinct. They are similar to the more well known Haiku, but whereas the Haiku spirit is pastoral and calming, the Senryu is more moralistic and cutting. I like to use them for expressing brief, pithy, impactful statements, usually on serious topical themes such as the present state of church life.

Speak infallibly

And someone else might even

Hear infallibly

At our journey's end

We have neither scripture nor

Church - only Jesus

The humanists' cry:

There is nothing when you die!

Will we be laughing?

Dissent in the Church?

Not ordained by God! What next...

Open government?

Woman's right to choose!

It sounds so good - somewhat like:

Buy now, pay later...

In order to kill,

A man only needs to call

His brother: stranger

The Church exists to

Build the Kingdom. As such it

Too will pass away

Fundamentalists

Are so sure of their God, they

Don't listen to Him

Nothing in life is

Free except that which is the

Most precious - God's love

The Catholic Church

Should be God's light to the world.

Who controls the switch?

To read the Bible

Literally is like dis-

mantling Rubik's cube

Prayer mechanics:

Osmosis - God from within,

Prayer changes men

Salvation: finding

Out what God was up to when

He created me

Our hearts yearn for God

Like furled flowers beneath the

Forest canopy

Has hell been consigned

To limbo, and has limbo

In fact gone to hell?

In my prayer life,

Lord God, I am a failure.

Does that make You one?

"Move on from the past!"

Usually said by those who

Have known advantage

"No surrender!" The

Louder the shout, the deeper

The sense of self-doubt

"To live in the now

Is to lose the fear of death."

And begin to breathe

If there is no right,

Then there is no hope, and no

Justice for the least

It's convenient

Not to know the will of God,

Lest we need to change

An arrogant man

Can find in religion the

Perfect loud speaker

Daily we pray words,

Words we do not understand,

And even less mean

Frustration occurs

When we don't get that which we've

Decided we need

Hesitation - the

Humble man's prerequisite

For Christ-like witness

The treasure of faith

Has a price, and that price is

Called discipleship

Plant trees of grace well

Before the storms of life crash

In upon your soul

The journey inwards

Is not a physical trek:

No sick notes allowed

Prayer is soul trek:

Warp factor God! Beam me in,

To boldly go where...

The print of God is

To be found by exploring

The soil of your soul

Every man can

Meet God, if he but pause and

Listen to his heart

Be still enough to

Hear your soul, and you will find

God singing in it

Men are useless at

Religion, and religion's

Useless at women

Who is the 'other'?

Not me, but another me,

Beloved of God

Christian faith is fact

In waiting: not established

But resonating

Is a loving God

Wish fulfilment for brittle

Folk, or just the truth?

His yoke is easy;

Why shackle ourselves to a

Lesser paymaster?

In it's confident

Certainty, religion is

Often arrogant

Where is certainty?

In scripture? In Church teaching?

Come Holy Spirit!

Hindsight - the dodgy

Ability to condemn

Ourselves for learning

All justice should be

Rehabilitative. If

Not, then it's vengeance

He who lives by the

Letter of the law, will see

The law pass away

In order to love,

A man only needs to call

The stranger: brother

Hunger makes a thief

Of a good man. Plenty makes

The thief appear good

Fundamentalists:

Firm believers in a god

Forged by their anger

Capitalism:

How to ensure that the poor

Are with us always

Truth will set you free.

Catholics like to gift wrap

Truth with tradition

The one who is right

Is either a fraud or the

Most humble of men

Bible - two levels:

As personal love letter;

As Church discernment

Christian witness:

God at our fingertips or

The other way round?

You are immortal;

With an endless succession

Of present moments

"Let the strong get on!"

The reality is: the

Least go to the wall

Casting God in our

Own mold, we solidify

Him through prejudice

"Don't forget the past!"

Usually said by those who

Have known injustice

Human hearts hunger

For unending bliss. Only

God can provide this

in memory of a great teacher - Fr Eric Doyle OFM

The heart that knows right,

Must ever beat humbly, else

It pumps arrogance

Healing begins with

The realisation that

Jesus shares our wounds

God-fearing isn't

Fear of God, but to walk in

A sacred manner

Temptation is a

Place where we book ourselves in

Without too much thought

There are two types of

Folk: those who don't know God, and

Those who think they do

Evil - a spirit

Distilled by continuous

Choices against good

Many atheists

Are angry with God. For some

It seems personal

Modern life keeps us

On the outside of ourselves:

Shallowness is rife...

A paralysed man

Can walkabout with Jesus:

Come, see where I live!

Discover the ground

Of your being and you will

Enter God's presence

The last wilderness

To be explored is the heart:

Each heart, a new land

In silence one can

Hear what matters. What matters?

That would be telling!

Each human heart is

An auditorium where

God sings His love songs

The avenue that

Leads away from chaos is

Called 'mutual respect'

It's harder for a

Rich church to serve the Kingdom

Than for a camel...

Predestination?

Our inability to

Understand God's time

Like a summer storm,

Suffering came and went, and

We were the stronger

If you really want

To change the world, begin and

End with your own heart

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