I woke up this morning while the night
was slowly loosening its last embrace
leaving her sorrows in a million diamonds
on the grass and as the sun is setting they
too will soon have to surrender their richness
in safekeeping to the smiling moon and both
today are travellers on different paths but
should they meet for a brief moment out of
the darkness an eternal treasure will instantly
enlighten our satellite souls.
Prayer to Saint Rumbold
On July 1st, we celebrate my patron’s feast: Saint Rumbold (Sint Rombout). A cathedral was built in his honour at Mechelen (Malines), Belgium, dating back to the 13th Century AD. His name means: rom= “wide, spacious, reknown, famous’ + bold = “bold, brave”
Therefore, I say a special prayer for all of us:
Today I come to Thee,
Saint Rumbold,
I offer You my Love,
grant me Your Blessing,
make me worthy
to live up to Your Name,
that I may equally be:
righteous, bold and brave,
especially in my darkest hours.
I pray to you to intercede
before The Almighty,
to protect and guide
me, my loved ones,
and everyone in need of
Love, strength and courage.
Blessed are You,
Saint Rumbold,
I honor Thee and kneel
before You, You,
Wise, Brave and Bold
Prophet Of The Soul,
grant me Your Vista.
PAX TIBI. AMEN.

Saint-Rumbold’s Cathedral, Mechelen (Malines), Belgium, detail from a painting my father, Ferdinand Vercnocke, made at my request (see more here)
Vandaag kom ik tot U,
Heilige Rombout,
Ik bied U mijn Liefde,
verleen mij Uw Zegen,
maak dat ik waardig ben
te leven naar Uw Naam,
en dat ik ook moge zijn:
rechtschapen,
moedig en dapper,
en zeker in ’t donkerst
mijner uren.
Ik bid om Uw Voorspraak
bij de Allerhoogste,
tot bescherming en leiding
voor mij, mijn dierbaren,
en allen die nood hebben
aan Liefde, Kracht en Moed.
Gezegend zijt Gij,
Heilige Rombout,
ik eer U, kniel voor U,
Gij, de Wijze, de Dappere,
de Stoutmoedige
Profeet van de Ziel,
schenk mij Uw Vergezicht.
PAX TIBI. AMEN
Legend
The legend tells us how Saint Rombout built a little church in Mechelen, and paid the workers more than their due. This aroused the rumour that he was very rich. When the Saint found out that one of his parishioners was cheating on his wife, he confronted him with the truth. The man was not pleased, and together with a ‘fellow in crime’ he forged a plan to murder the Saint and steal his money. After they killed him, they found out he was not so rich after all, and threw his body in the river. Instantly a bright light, as a spear from heaven, marked the spot where the Saint’s body was afloat. The killers fled, never to be apprehended.
The parishioners, overwhelmed with this sign, treated the body as if it were Jesus himself, and buried it in a prominent place in the church that the beloved Saint had build. Soon afterwards miracles and instant healings started, and to this day the cathedral to believers and pilgrims is a local Lourdes, praying to Saint Rombout to grant them a favour.
Scientific research
The remains of Saint Rombout are kept in a shrine at his Cathedral, and just recently it was opened and investiged by scientists using the C14 method to date the evidence.
The scientist forensic work links the evidence to a man between 30/40 years of age and approx 6 feet tall, suffering rachitis, but cured. His death is almost certainly to be situated between 580 AD and 655 AD. Other evidence points out that the man must have lived in a monastery, and taking into consideration the remarkable state of the remains and other findings, one can conclude that this would be a very close match to the Saint in question.
My Patron Saint
In Belgium we commemorate Saint Rombout on July 1st. The coincidence here is that I was born exactly a month earlier, on June 1st. So, each year on July 1st I pray to my patron Saint @ 1pm (13:00h) –I was born 1am
) for his blessing and I invite all my beloved ones and friends to pray with me, wherever they are. If I can, I pray at the site of Our Lady Of Lourdes, in Humbeek, Belgium, since it is a beautiful and inspiring place, next to the river, and Humbeek has Saint Rombout as patron Saint too! There I can combine both my Father’s and my Mother’s calling ![]()
Sometimes, I pray at Saint-Rombout’s Cathedral, or just at any suitable place when I’m ”on the road”.
To read more, click here.
Ave, Namaste, Pax Tibi
Sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Rumbold%27s_Cathedral
http://www.sintromboutstoren.be/rombout.php (full story on the murder of Sint Rombout – in Dutch)
Is That So?
“The Zen master Hakuin was praised by his neighbours as one living a pure life. A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store lived near him. Suddenly, without any warning, her parents discovered she was with child. This made her parents angry. She would not confess who the man was, but after much harassment at last named Hakuin. In great anger the parent went to the master.
“Is that so?” was all he would say.
After the child was born it was brought to Hakuin. By this time he had lost his reputation, which did not trouble him, but he took very good care of the child. He obtained milk from his neighbours and everything else he needed.
A year later the girl-mother could stand it no longer. She told her parents the truth – the real father of the child was a young man who worked in the fishmarket.
The mother and father of the girl at once went to Hakuin to ask forgiveness, to apologize at length, and to get the child back.
Hakuin was willing.
In yielding the child, all he said was: “Is that so?”
(found @ http://www.ashidakim.com/zenkoans/3isthatso.html )
This Zen Koan I often share with my students
Dancing Eagles
Look
and look with me
Listen
let’s listen
to the swing
of those great wings
Hear
and hear with me
there is the trumpet
of wise majesty
Feel
and feel with me
the magic of their heart
beating with mystery
Tremble
with their flow
again again
until our blood
is flying through our veins
and we are lifted
Then dance
let’s dance
to the blue rhythm
of our Ladies call
And though
we are earthbound
they take us
to our Father’s ground
a distant valley
on a drop of wind
Breathe
and breathe with me
into this ancient melody
Look
and look with me
there is a paradise to see
Feel
and feel with me
there is the water
of that endless sea
Flow
and flow with me
there is a being beyond me
Sing
and swing with me
love this eagle
feel it fly in Thee
”…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:31)
image on top: Larry Medcalfe
Float
Yes, I must confess again
I like to float in, float on
water, a surface somewhere
in between a mountain
high and river deep, this
floating then becoming
ship at the horizon, I,
drink deep, the more
the getting there the less
I see, the more consumed
the more your Light is
piercing, one single Moon
beam in the darkest night,
a golden touch to warm
up icy water, O Yes, I
must confess again I like
to float on water somewhere
in between, a yesterday
embracing time, a you,
a me, and I
picture above taken & poem written @ Dominican Abbey ~Courtyard,
Zwolle, The Netherlands, May 20th, 2011
Book presentation Kirsten Notten ‘Maria’s Dochter’,
the Mary statue below is Kirsten’s powerful “Memorare”








