Divine Mercy

See With the Eyes of the Soul

My Child,
Praise be to Jesus Christ.
He is our Anchor.
He is the High Tower
He is the Lamp that shines in the dark.
He is the Light that dispels all darkness.
He it is that brings us to the safe harbor.

Rough seas, storms,
Thunder in the night,
And the tumult of the deep,
All serve, our Great King.
Fear nothing that comes to you.
You have a champion in high heaven
And ministering angels about you.

See with the eyes of your soul.
Remember: “Greater is He
That is in you,
Than he who is in the world.”

Rejoice that you are His,
And that you are weak and small.
The great can not see
Their need for a savior.
You know your need,
And you know your Savior.

By Joann Nelander

Shaped, Fashioned and Rooted

“I’m going to root myself in God”
She spoke these words with joy and determination.
That’s what I want, I thought, to root myself in God.

“We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.”
I heard those words many long years ago.
“How true.” I thought. How very true!

I chose to love God.
Who better to form and fashion me?
Now and always, my roots must go deeper, and deeper.

In God there in always more.
There are no limits to His Love.
Each day, I choose Him.

I choose to love.
I choose to go deep.
I choose to listen and to hear with my heart.

©2017 Joann Nelander

*Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.”

Nashville nuns bring us a superb “Salve Regina”

https://aleteia.org/2017/09/18/nashville-nuns-bring-us-a-superb-salve-regina/

The Seven Sorrows of the Virgin Mary Devotion

https://youtu.be/pFb94QGHGgM

The Lamb Standing

See, Sweet Lord, how noisy I am.
I come before Thee, the God Who Is,
With the clash and chatter of my day.

You, O Arion, the Lamb Standing,
Who appears to have been slain,
Reign, triumphantly before me.

You, O Agnus Dei, Lamb of God,
Establish, Your Rule and Victory,
In my poor heart.

In this Stillness,
You rest,
Having vanquished all Sin, my sin.

See, Sweet Lord, how I rest in abandonment.
I sleep, as a child, in Your arms,
Stilled before Love,

You, hidden,
‘Neath the appearance of Bread,
Succor me, now, in silence.

With the Living Water,
Flowing from the East side of the Temple,
Wash my life.

Quench my thirst,
Water my way,
Provide rich and abundant fruit.

See, Sweet Lord, my need,
Here, You, heal and restore,
Your Way in this New Day.

©2017 Joann Nelander