Monthly Archives: January 2017

God Can Make It from Nothing

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God can make it from nothing.
No Time, no Space, no place!
With a Word, Time,Space, place
All suns are born in His Light.

Beauty of the One Supreme Being,
Arrayed in all that is,
Himself, ethereal, everywhere and near,
Is, itself.

Living, thinking, Eternal Being,
Unseen, untouchable,
Existing forever and always,
Limitless, within and without.

Ocean of omnipotence,
Alive in Your Living,
Living in minuscule, and mighty,
Nothing without you.

Existence,
Beyond all that is.
Worlds exists without me,
But not without You.

I am called,
As You called Creation into being.
The sticks and stones of creation,
Obey Your every whim and command.

Man, alone, can say “NO”.
Place “YES” in my heart,
That I may not thwart,
But with creation play my part.

All that is,
Is of Thee,
Infinite in all Your Perfections.
My Loving Mystery.

God, You can make it from nothing,
Make of me a Son,
A light after the long Night,
Knowing in loving eternal delight.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

Music of Mother

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In my beginning,
You were there,
Constant in the throbs
That matched my own.

When I came forth
Into the light
Into the cold,
You were my warmth,
Enfolding.

Now, you carry me,
At your bosom,
I sway gently
With your every move.

Even in sleep,
As in our earlier days,
With you surrounding me,
Your rhythm is comfort,
And your heartbeat, a lullaby.

Embraced, at your breast,
I learn the dance,
Loving,
I follow your lead.

©2016 Joann Nelander

You are the Music

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Jesus,  write the symphony of my life.

In Your Mystery of becoming,

Blend every note,

And sing the harmony

That embraces the sinner

To create the saint.

 

You are here

With the Father and Holy Spirit,

Supping and residing,

I receive You in Holy Communion,

Grant that I might never neglect You,

My Holy Guests.

 

I place You on the music stand of my life.

You are the Score,

And Conductor.

 

All I receive, I give

On the wind of the Spirit,

To be rightly arranged.

You be the music playing in my soul.

 

In chorus, Seraphim and Saints intercede,

And I and all creation dance with Miriam

As Jesus mediates the Victory

In His Song of Salvation.

© 2015 Joann Nelander

 

 

Refuge of Sinners

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Refuge of Sinners

I sit in the sunshine of Your New Day.
Forgiveness has washed over me.
At Your Word,
Mercy has rained upon Your Beloved.

Hear now, You say to me:
You are safe, My little one.
You have chosen to hide yourself
In the Wound of My Sacred Heart.

The world about is cold and unholy,
Yet you are surrounded by angels of Light.
Warm and welcoming is the Living Flesh
That is your constant refuge.

I enfold you,
As you have  made My Body,
Your Food, your Heart,
Your own.

Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander

Wake the Heavens

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Wake the Heavens

Peoples of the Earth,
This hour beseeches you.
Rise from your slumber,
Shake off the demons of sloth.
Open your eyes,
Lift the veil that hides your sin.

Peoples of the Earth,
The dead beseech you.
The living call out.
The blind place their hands upon your arm.
Truth is at the door.
Open and receive.

Peoples of the Earth,
Hope for the good,
The holy, and the hallowed.
Take off your rags,
Don a wedding garment.
That you may feast and dance.

Peoples of the Earth,
Seek the Kingdom of the Great King.
He rains down blessing from above,
He calls saints,
And angels to your side,
For Victory in His Name.

Peoples of the Earth.
A New Day beckons you.
Gather the lame, and the hungry,
Those that hope for Victory beseech you.
Jesus awaits your plaintive cries
To wake the heavens,
And He Come Down.

 

© 2016 Joann Nelander

HAPPY NEW YEAR & Happy Eighth Day of CHRISTMAS. 

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HAPPY NEW YEAR & happy eighth day of CHRISTMAS.
75 years and so much more to learn! I just learned that the “eight maids a-milking” stand for the eight Beatitudes.
“:On the Eighth Day of Christmas my True Love gave to me…..Eight maids a-milking.

From a literal sense milk was a luxury in the 15th and 16th century because with no refrigeration it would spoil quickly.

So milk, in and of itself, was a generous gift.

The eight maids a-milking represent the Eight Beatitudes, a wonderful and generous gift to Christians everywhere.

Jesus promises us happiness. In fact the word “blessed” means “happy.” The Beatitudes are at the core of Christ’s teaching.

They fulfill the promise made to the Jewish people by pointing beyond earthly happiness to the eternal happiness of heaven.

The reward promised in each of the Beatitudes is primarily heaven.
* Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

* Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.

* Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the land.

* Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied.

* Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.

* Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God.

* Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

* Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
We love the Beatitudes so the Eighth Day has so much to offer us all.

Merry Eighth Day of Christmas!”
Love you, All!

Via divineoffice.org