My Hour

My Hour”

You called it “My Hour”,
The hour in which,
You bring Good out of Evil.

The World missed it!
Just as it missed Your Birth.

Who witnessed the time of Your glory?
She, who You called “Woman” and “Mother”,
And those few who dared stay by her side.

The glory of the manger,
From which You would feed the starving world,
And the glory of the Passion and the Cross,
Met in one holy, favored, heart.

One heart to remember,
One heart to cherish.
One heart to ponder,
And share Your Hour,
Masked, as it was in the moment,
By weakness and shame.

You called it “My Hour”,
That glorious Hour,
When Good triumphs over Evil,
And God saves those who rush to You,
And stand with the Woman,
Who stood by Your side.

Copyright 2017 Joann Nelander

Shalom Peace

I am man,
Creation run a muck.
You have set me to name the animals
And govern as You, Yourself,
With angel hosts to help set the world aright
But only by Your Light.

And what have I done,
And do I do?
Taking hold of the universe
I twist it to my will,
Make laws against Your Laws
And ride wild chariots,
Only to drown in Passover’s sea.

Yet there is hope for me.
Return to claim Your own.
Invite all to Your throne.
Purge the night in fiery column.
Day-spring arise to water anew,
And lead by Mystery and cloud..
In shalom peace to You.

© 2013 Joann Nelander