This entry, is, will be, one of the most important entries I will ever write.
The following image has truly moved my heart. I believe there are souls after this life that are trapped in purgatory. This to me is the greatest ‘injustice of whatever this is’. More accuately, this is what my new buisness will be about. I want to spend my life praying for those who have no one else to pray for them. On a retreat this is what I want to have the focus be.
I could have many selfish ambitions this semester. Whether that be what I need. But i truly believe that there are so many helpless souls in the afterlife that are trapped. Trapped by their own failures and mistakes. St. Faustina talks about divine mercy and that ofc is truly something to be admired. For it is one way that the how has begun.
There are many hows in this life. How will I get this done? I do not know. I was going to pray a rosary yesterday, but I ended up getting side tracked. I don’t know if anyone will see this. But i do know that this is the way to my heart.
I feel as those souls have a way out. A way out through me and my prayers. We’re all so focused on this world. On today, and tomorrow. But to me, Life needs to be more than this.
Why am i doing this. Just look at that photo. I’m not going to explain spirit away, but I will explain this. The charcter called no face is representant of these souls. He simply wants a friend. Someone to love him. Yet no one will. “Therefore he who loves the least of my brothers loves Me.” Jesus said that. And I say this. I know not of anything. But I want to love these people. These so called harsh souls who need a little love.
I know what it’s like to be left out. It’s like in all my classes i feel like the one who no one knows. I feel like most of my life I don’t have any friends or anyone who I can consistently call people. If I could identify with him I would but one phrase that has stuck with me is this.
I’m good forever to come. I know of heaven and I believe God will send me there.
Yet this photo is like a personification of the desire flaming in my heart.
No face begins to stay with the witches twin sister because he in my mind finds a distraction. A distraction from himself, one could say that, but he is good at sewwing or doing a small activity.
This scene as I watched with my family recenelty struck me profusely some 5 or so months ago.
My high school life, which i shake at the thought of, was very much like this.
I hope people pray for high school suicide victims. I hope people pray for dead homeless victims. I hope people pray for people they do not know. I hope people pray for people who are trapped in the afterlife. I want this. I like this. This is everything to me
Jesus I ask that this may be my mission in life. To love those who have no one else to pray for them. I pray I may console you and myself in a poem.
My friends by Matthew Malone
yet a trinity
i wish life found you
for i was once lost, too
love begins here
for i know not of my death
i am no deer
but i am a mighty lamb
so it is.
For i am good
as i should
There once was a boy
he took a bite of the tree
and was led so astray
that depression fell upon him
and even tho his outlook looked grim
he kept moving foward
he kept going
of all the poetry I write
this one has a certain bite
a sting so to speak
For i once knew to blink
i’ve tasted and seen
the bitterness of fear
yet i am no deer
i am good
i do not want to make my head to big
even tho my arms are twigs
i care not
for i am not left out
with God no one is alone
For i know of the sweetest of malone
but i do desire this
for my heart to never be dimmed
as i begin
my love for life
is led away from the knife