(Featuring Cheryl Townsend as Christ)
Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)
The Wedding At Cana
The Baptism Of Christ, Our Mother
The Temptation of Christ, Our Mother
Good Samaritan (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)
Lazarus &The Rich Man (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)
Christ, Our Mother and the adulteress
Christ, Our Mother and the Samaritan woman, according to St. John
The Sermon On the Mount as told by Christ, Our Mother
Christ, Our Mother healing the Leper
Christ, Our Mother heals the faithful Centurion’s pais
Christ, Our Mother casting the demons into the swine
The Transfiguration of Christ, Our Mother
Mary & Martha
Christ, Our Mother throwing the moneychangers out of the temple
CHRIST, OUR MOTHER IN THE GARDEN OF AGONY
The Betrayal & Arrest of Christ, Our Mother
The Trial of Christ, Our Mother
Pontius Pilate condemns Christ, Our Mother
The Passion of Christ, Our Mother
Christ, Our Mother Falls
The Gospel of Contempt
Christ Meets Her Mother on the way to the cross
Christ, Our Mother meets the women of Jerusalem
Mary and the Beloved Disciple at the foot of the cross of Christ, Our Mother
The murder of Christ, Our Mother
Peter and John racing to the tomb of Christ, Our Mother
The Ascension of Christ, Our Mother
A Woman Clothed In The Sun
The Apocalypse Of Christ, Our Mother
Blue Madonna and the Holy Innocents
Black Madonna of Tindari
Madonna of Nagasaki (Agony in the Garden)
Our Lady of Akita
Black Madonna of Antipolo (Pentecost)
Our Lady Of The Mermaids
Our Lady Of La Salette
Our Lady of La Vang (Annunciation)
And A Sword Shall Pierce Your Heart
Our Lady of Plat (Nativity)
Our Lady Of Pontmain
OUR LADY OF SORROWS
Our Lady of the Rosary
Our Lady of the Woods
La Lastima (Pieta )
Her Lady; Proverb
Our Lady of Aparecida
Our Lady of Kibeho
Our Lady of Manaoag
Stations IV. Christ meets His Mother On The Way To The Cross
The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer
The Marriage of Our Lady to St. Joseph
The Song Of Hannah
Prayer for a Perilous Descent
Justin (I am the Light)
Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)
Mount Of Olives (And he began to fear and to be heavy)
Mount of Olives (It is enough. The hour is come)
Mount of Olives (My Soul is sorrowful, even unto death. Abba, If possible, let this chalice pass from me)
Seven Last Words. Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Seven Last Words. This day thou shalt be with me in paradise
Seven Last Words. Behold Thy Son. Behold Thy Mother
Seven Last Words. Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?
Seven Last Words. I Thirst
SEVEN LAST WORDS. It is Finished
Seven Last Words. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit
1ST Temptation (Hedonism). Command that these stones be made bread
2ND Temptation (Egoism) Cast Thyself Down
3RD Temptation (Materialism) To thee will I give all this power; If thou wilt adore before me
And he, lifting up his eyes, said- Blessed are ye poor, for yours is the kingdom of God
And Simon Peter went first into the sepulcher, saw the linen cloths lying… and they saw, and believed
Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona. Flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father in heaven. Thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.
Christ Casting Avarice From The Temple
Feeding of the 5000
FOUR WOES OF LUKE
I was hungry… (Matthew 25.31)
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God
John of Patmos
Martha of Bethany
Nor do I Condemn You. Go and Sin no more
Our struggle is against principalities and powers, rulers of darkness in this world
Peter was afraid, and when began to sink, he cried out
St. Francis Receiving The Stigmata
ST. Francis Taming The Wolf
The Ecstasy of St. Francis
St. John Of The Cross, Dark Night Of The Soul
That which is born of the flesh, is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit, is spirit…
That which thou doest, do quickly (Judas’ choice)
The Christ Consciousness
The Christ, The Breaker Of Bread
The Interior Castle Of Saint Teresa Of Avila
The Transfiguration of Christ
This is your hour, and the power of darkness
Thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee and lead thee whither thou wouldst not
Today, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice
What Is Truth?
Combining the traditional Stations with BXVI additions.
18. Christ promises His kingdom to the repentant thief
The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer ©2018 Alfred Eaker
Ave Maria by Hildegard of Bingen
Behold, Mary, you who increase life, who rebuilds the path,
You who confused death and wore down the serpent,
To you Eve raised herself up, her neck rigid with inflated arrogance.
You strode upon this arrogance
while bearing God’s Son of Heaven,
through whom the spirit of God breaths.
O gentle and loving Mother, I behold you.
For Heaven released into the world that which you brought forth.
This one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.
Glory to the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
And to this one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.
Blue Madonna and the Holy Innocents ©2018 Alfred Eaker
AVE GENEROSA by Hildegard of Bingen
I behold you,
noble, glorious and whole woman,
the pupil of purity.
You are the sacred matrix
in which God takes great pleasure.
The essences of Heaven flooded into you,
and the Great Word of God dressed itself in flesh.
You appeared as a shining white lily,
as God looked upon you before all of Creation.
O lovely and tender one,
how greatly has God delighted in you.
For He has placed His passionate embrace within you,
so that His Son might nurse at your breast.
Your womb held joy,
with all the celestial symphony sounding through you,
Virgin, who bore the Son of God,
when your purity became luminous in God.
Your flesh held joy,
like grass upon which dew falls,
pouring its life-green into it,
and so it is true in you also,
o Mother of all delight.
Now let all Ecclesia shine in joy
and sound in symphony
praising the most tender woman,
Mary, the bequeather/seed-source of God.
At This Precise Moment of History by Thomas Merton
At this precise moment of history
With Goody-two-shoes running for Congress
We are testing supersonic engines
To keep God safe in the cherry tree.
When I said so in this space last Thursday
I meant what I said: power struggles.
You would never dream of such corn. The colonials in
sandalwood like running wide open and available for
protection. You can throw them away without a refund.
Dr. Hanfstaengel who was not called Putzi except by
those who did not know him is taped in the national
archives. J. Edgar Hoover he ought to know
And does know.
But calls Dr. Hanfstaengel Putzi nevertheless
Somewhere on tape in the
He (Dr. H.) is not a silly man.
He left in disgust
About the same time Shirley Temple
Sat on Roosevelt’s knee
An accomplished pianist
A remembered personality.
He (Dr. H.) began to teach
To his mother a Queen Bee
In the American colony.
What is your attitude toward historical subjects?
—Perhaps it’s their size!
When I said this in space you would never believe
Corn Colonel was so expatriated.
—If you think you know,
Take this wheel
And become standard.
She is my only living mother
This bee of the bloody arts
Bandaging victims of Saturday’s dance
Like a veritable sphinx
In a totally new combination.
The Queen Mother is an enduring vignette
at an early age.
Now she ought to be kept in submersible
For a while.
What is your attitude toward historical subjects
Like Queen Colonies?
—They are permanently fortified
For shape retention.
Seven zippered pockets
Close to my old place
Waiting by the road
Big disk brakes
Long lights stabbing at the
Two together piggyback
In a stark sports roadster
Regretting his previous outburst
Al loads his Cadillac
She is my only living investment
She examines the housing industry
Counts 3.5 million postwar children
And draws her own conclusion
In the commercial fishing field.
Voice of little sexy ventriloquist mignonne:
“Well I think all of us are agreed and sincerely I my-
self believe that honest people on both sides have got
it all on tape. Governor Reagan thinks that nuclear
wampums are a last resort that ought not to be re-
sorted.” (But little mignonne went right to the point
with: “We have a commitment to fulfill and we better
do it quick.” No dupe she!)
All historians die of the same events at least twice.
I feel that I ought to open this case with an apology.
Dr. H. certainly has a beautiful voice. He is not a silly
man. He is misunderstood even by Presidents.
You people are criticizing the Church but what are
you going to put in her place? Sometime sit down with
a pencil and paper and ask yourself what you’ve got
that the Church hasn’t.
Nothing to add
But the big voice of a detective
Using the wrong first names
In national archives.
She sat in shocking pink with an industrial zipper spe-
cially designed for sitting on the knees of presidents in
broad daylight. She spoke the president’s mind. “We
have a last resort to be resorted and we better do it
quick.” He wondered at what he had just said.
It was all like running wideopen in a loose gown
At least someplace.
Our Lady of Manaoag ©2018 Alfred Eaker
The Divine Dew by Therese of Lisieux
My Sweet Jesus, You appear to me
On your Mother’s breast, all radiant with love.
Love is the ineffable mystery
That exiled you from your Heavenly Home…
Ah! let me hide myself under the veil
Concealing you from all mortal eyes,
And near you, O Morning Star!
I shall find a foretaste of Heaven.
From the moment a new dawn awakens,
When we see the first lights of the sun,
The young flower beginning to open
Awaits a precious balm from on high.
It is the good-giving morning dew,
Which, producing an abundant sap,
Makes the flower of the new bud open a little.
Jesus, you are that Flower just open.
I gaze on you at your first awakening.
Jesus, you are the ravishing Rose,
The new bud, gracious and scarlet red.
The ever-so-pure arms of your dear Mother
For for you a cradle, a royal throne,
Your sweet sun is Mary’s breast,
And your Dew is Virginal Milk!…
My Beloved, my divine little Brother,
In your gaze I see all the future.
Soon, for me, you will leave your Mother.
Already Love impels you to suffer.
But on the cross, O Full-blossomed Flower!
I recognize your morning fragrance.
I recognize Mary’s Dew.
Your divine blood is Virginal Milk!…
This Dew hides in the sanctuary.
The angels of Heaven, enraptured, contemplate it,
Offering to God their sublime prayer.
Like Saint John, they repeat: “Behold.”
Yes, behold, this Word made Host.
Eternal Priest, sacerdotal Lamb,
The Son of God is the Son of Mary.
The bread of Angels is Virginal Milk.
The seraphim feeds on glory.
In Paradise his joy is full.
Weak child that I am, I only see in the ciborium
The color and figure of Milk.
But that is the Milk a child needs,
And Jesus’ Love is beyond compare.
O tender Love! Unfathomable power,
My white Host is Virginal Milk!