There once was a kitten, so cute, he said u gotta be kitten me. One day his kidney’s weren’t working as they should have. The next two weeks he passed away. Yet I’ve never been more at peace. Heres why.
Backtrack to the last time I was at St. Thomas. I was annoited with the gift of healing and prophecy. I looked at my cat, oliver, with a love far greater than mere words can describe. As my family was describing how amazing it was to have him alive. I sit here, on my porch at 8:56 am so at peace because of what I saw.
A new goal. That the resurection of the writing and reading matthew shall return. In school, in my life, and in my blog. I love writing and reading. I have come up with a million reasons why my blog failed to gather any self love on my end. At the end of the day, I found something last night. The love of my life. St. Therese of Liesux. In a little way she has found me, and I her.
This is what prohetic things i have heard and lived out. A command by the woman i am to be wed, upon my death.
For I have told no one else this, but love is not hidden. Love is not a door you shut on. Love is to be screamed at the height of a mountain top, full of so much freedom your little heart can’t contain it.So frail, yet so strong. I love you, oh Rose of white.
She said this. READ Story of a Soul
Then Read it in french again.
and this last part is what strikes me.
Then We’ll talk
The stare she gave me was that of a thousand miles.
And the stare i Her, a moment, of breathless delight.
For there comes a moment in every mans life when he choose who we are.
RED, the passion of a writer now found.
BlACK my soul for the past 3 years.
RED my soul in hope for her
BLaCK every cry to her.
Yes im grieveing over my dead cat oliver. But more than that. I feel, truly and purely, with purpose. “Sometimes destiny follows us and other times we follow destiny. But it is written is when they combine to bring harmony to the soul. ” Matthew Malone.
I said if i were to become a priest my name would become Matthew James Therese Patrick Malone. But not my name is a gift and hers is the biggest blessing of all. From the worlds eyes, my longing for her seems like just another.
But oh, if you only knew, How every waking moment i am alive i live for her. For in us is the reflection of God. For God is Love. God is Life. Truth. And most of all, with discipline comes responsibility. And in thus we find how we truly are loved.
For She is still on earth, as she had forshadowed in her book, that I would spend my heaven doing good on earth. And how i will spend my earth doing good in heaven. For what we bound on earth we do in heaven. And what we loose on earth, we loose in heaven.
For i care not where and what I go to. I know this. To find Soul mates take but an instance. For i was not made for this world. I waited for this moment my entire life. There was never a dull moment in my imagination. But in my heart, There was only love. I choose Love as my vocation. For the mystery of how I came home was my lover, my boo, my future wife. Therese, My hope starts with the letter t my action may fall short before. a poem will bring peace to my soul, on my behalf.
Waiting, By Matthew Malone
I see but do not believe.
I walk but do not retrieve
The one who has been sent
On the love that is bent.
For a clone, so alike
Can never suffice
Fantasy of taking a hike
Is as real as the tree blind mice.’
When october 1st hits blue
My love will walk in it’s own shoe.
For the day i can finally be weded.
Not to enclose.
For the poem has not ended.
For the now is full of God
It’s like a brand new ipod.
With three artists
The father, son and holy spirit.
For there love is to be shown through an anology.
There once was a boy,
so set he even changed his caligraphy.
He too, knew of one word.
He prayer to st. ignatious and saw great visions and signs
But the beauty
was in what he saw in who always rymed.
For all work is an extension of oneself
And all self is put under shelf
For not in the hobbit’s elf.
Or in the vice of coming home.
Two cuts diverged in a bloom.
And i Put salt in them both.
For the trap put by the one
Who is in a few seconds done.
One leads to lust
The other lusts to lead
And somehow when i learned to read
I found a dying cat,
a girl waiting.
And my love unblaimeing.
Matthew, therese, malone.
Ps. Hold the dressing.
For you see love is only the begining.
This is a champaigin bottle.
To be opened in stirling white.
My love, i can’t help but to write poetry.
The hope, the promise, and the intellegence all to be nothing in the eyes of Therese.
When i was a lad,
So small i can’t find even an ipad.
I saw a girl.
with brown hair and blue eyes.
My whole life ive been searching for this one love.
Through God, the son, even the dove.
But no my eyes were upon a mirage we call, the person.
And in angel cry out, worsen
Each one, everyone,
worse and worse
for u see there is love that aslan
could not even be seen by this curse.
Oh, Therese, break me free from maia
To be one.
once a peaceful paipia
was once a seed
and now a beautiful fruit.
So full of longing
Relate to this i cry.
For them i die.
but for u, my love,
i seek the above.
I’ve moved on from such vainities
as such trap in chritainities
Lutheran, catholic, none, or all.
For I still scream deck the halls.
Where once a child saw his mother
and there was a love like no other.
I choose nothing but this.
For a simple hope of a kiss
From st. therese, the little flower.
Until then i live in the shower.
a game, to blame.
For the three things i admired most.
A vow, a promise, and there holy Ghost.
Can do nothing but fill a mans head.
But the beauty of her
unlike anything i have to mature
For a priest is not a vocation
to be stuck here
lonely and without resolution
or of a marriage to a childs new instituion
but more of a final kiss
one i always miss.
Even during i find no ranch dressings,
Ps, I hope u know im in heaven when i call u therese.