Aliquis Canente

[Gnomistry 1115]

Spoiler

 

ALIQUIS CANENTE CIRCA DEUS

AUT LAUDATE DEUM IN DIEBUS EUIS VITAE

 

Someone who sings about GOD or Praises Him in the Days of His Life

 

ANNO autem DOMINUS noster: 

MDCCLXXV

 

Venerable Brethren, I offer you my reserved and most sincere benediction as I return to these good lands of the progression of Horen’s kin- having been in mission for the proliferation of the Order of Saint Wigbrecht from afar in our second temporal home of Aeldin. Know that this blessing comes with great admiration for the work of the eccleastical hierarchy in curbing the previous divisions present among some prelates and priests whilst remaining firm in doctrine and knowledge of the innate holiness of the Canonist Church and its Communion among the Saints and Church Militant. May Almighty GOD watch over the eminent James II and keep him steadfast in his ability to solve such crises.

 

I now write a recitation of my thoughts on piety in line with the doctrinal and more legalistic works I have contributed to the Liturgical Library of Elphius of the Immaculate Throne in times past. Today, I write in support of our clergy, those who sing of GOD and give Him praise in all the days of their lives.

 

From those who serve as shepherds over the flocks of Horen’s own to humble monks who abide by the rules of their Order, the duty of the Canonist cleric is to be in obedience to GOD, obedientia supra omnes. This obedience is in the tenants of GOD as well as His mercies, to live by and live with a Creator who truly lives in us and abides in our lives. There is a beautiful life, one of inclusion in the Divine Plan for the will of GOD to be done on this terra. While some might see the servile nature of some clerics of the Canonist Faith, their poverty, their monastic chastity, their role as guides before leaders, they are often mistaken in taking this natura ministerium to be one of despair. Nay, what a blessing this is for those who are called by GOD to cast out worldly pleasures and return themselves to GOD, to submit to His will, and to live in union with His Pilgrim-Church on this terra. 

 

There is a Joy of the Gospel, from the words of the Pontiff Sixtus IV, that surpasses all despair, all loss, and all tribulation in the lives of our clerics. A joy which moves those who seek the light of GOD in all things to find it there where it will perpetually reside. This joy comes from the obedience one finds themself in as a minister of the divine, the church body filled with plentiful souls all united in their quest for this divinity, and the works of GOD delivered to our forefathers in the form of the Holy Scrolls.

 

With this obedience and its product of joy we are perfected before GOD through a theosis, a process by which one sheds their worldly novelty through the pursuit of divinity. In a recent conversation I had with a young colleague, Father Manfried, I was reflecting on the nature of the gardens and marble work to the side of the Helena Basilica. These gardens, while brimming with luscious greens, ivies, and magnificent flora are yet young and the product of years of progression. The flowers and trees therein are planned and well kept and did not always reside there. Once the space adjacent to the Basilica was in effect a shack, full of books and bowls, then  -at a time- a council chamber - now, a glimpse into nature. What a transition which parallels, as reflected by the good Vicar, the lives of us clergy, the lives of those faithful. We begin, rough, unkept, and through the pursuit of our knowledge in study and reflection and our obedience to such knowledge which derives from GOD we become transfigured to be worthy of closeness to GOD in the Skies.

 

Verily, it is spiritually through our union with the Divine Plan, our union with the tenants of GOD, our union with the Holy Mother Church of the Canon that we become in physical union with GOD in the Skies. Canonism, our creeds, our services, our texts all serve as guides for us faithful to enter into this union. They all point in one direction, above. If we are all to live in accordance with the aforementioned prescriptions we will forever abide in physical closeness to the Divine. 

 

So then, dear children and brothers in our common Faith be studious, be faithful, and be sincere in our common quest for union with GOD. It is by no one fault that we are barred from closeness to GOD, it is only in our lack of reconciliation. Love GOD and through your ministerial service, allow Him to abide in you and have the same be said of you.

 

Glory to GOD, always and forever.

 

Your Servant, ☨ Bram -  Archbishop Emeritus of Caeruleum ♗O.W.F

[Iudaes 1095]

Father Manfried finds himself walking through the same gardens of the basilica which were spoken of in the Archbishop’s Address to the faithful, admiring the vines and bushes which were dotted about the marble chamber. The tapping of footsteps against ornate floors sounded behind him, the Vicar twisting his head and body to look towards the approaching man. The Acolyte was met with a warm smile from the Vicar as he greeted him, “Good evening, brother.” The Acolyte dipped his head to Manfried, responding with the same, “Good evening.” before offering the Vicar a piece of parchment, “An address from His Excellency Bram.” Manfried brushed down his red vestments before his eyes shot up to the Acolyte, “Bishop... heh. Hahaha. What a humble man he is.” The Acolyte arched a brow at Manfried’s words however Manfried gestured towards the brother to forget it. The Acolyte nodded before handing the Priest the parchment he so tightly held, Father Manfried receiving it with a warm smile. His gaze fell upon the words, beginning to trail over ‘ALIQUIS CANENTE CIRCA DEUS AUT LAUDATE DEUM IN DIEBUS EUIS VITAE’ before the Acolyte spoke, “God bless, Vicar.” Manfried’s eyes rose at the Acolyte’s departure, patting him on the shoulder and saying, “Ut Exaltatus custodiet te.”

 

Father Manfried would soon finish reading, a wide smile befalling his features as he looked over the man’s title, “Truly a man of humility, indeed. Deus autem omnipotens benedicat tibi, frater.” he said, signing the Lorraine before kneeling in the gardens to pray, setting the paper aside.

 

“Oh Lord God.” he called to the Lord in the Seventh Sky, “I call to Thee. May Thy creation here be blessed with eternal life. To never wear and grow old without wither. May future generations of the faithful look here to this garden, hearing my prayers to Thee which shall be held within these walls long after I have passed and ascended to the Seven Skies. May my ears also be opened to the prayers of the past and the wisdom held within these gardens, once a shack, now an ornate chamber. May Thee, Godani on high, offer these same blessings to His Excellency, Brother Bram, and all who set foot in this chamber for it is truly a place of Thee, Lord Eternal.” he said, soon concluding the prayer in Flexio, “Ut Collectivum Sanctitatem Sancti intercedant pro nobis, ut nos dicimus, ut Vos Dominus Deus. Amen.” 

 

“Bless you, Bram, fellow eternal learner.” he chuckled to himself with a smile before rising and descending the steps down to the main hall of the basilica.