WORDS OF ST. RUFUS


THE WORDS OF ST. RUFUS

 

I have fractal faceprints. All saints have fractal faceprints and footprints.

 

My father carried crosses; I carry words.

 

You can read my thin biographies  in the Catholic Encyclopedia.

 

It disappoints me that after more than a thousand years only a fistful of people have read my epistles, letters that the Roman Catholic Church have ostracized from the liturgy. I advise folks who are incarcerated by the black/white binary to read my letters.  The letters may save them from the oblivion of damnation.  If the letters do not, it ain't my fault.

 

I have walked in the valley of despair,  and my feet are intact and clean.

 

When, dear Lord, is this business about washing in the blood of a lamb?  As far as I know, people ought to wash in water not blood. It is all future-hype to me.

 

I have climbed  the mountains of equity and found cosmic discord  that is as vicious as a hungry Siberian tiger, but I defeated the tiger with his own jawbone.  Praise God.

 

Do not eat food.  Eat love. Starvation is a fast road to Heaven, if starvation is something other than suicide. Love will come to your defense and win the case.

 

I have  more to say, but I have been warned by the Heavenly Security Agency to refrain from whistle-blowing.  I am not  crazy.  I do not wish to be banished to the bad place. Honor local knowledge.

 

Edited by Jerry W. Ward, Jr.                        August 21, 2021

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