You behold me, precious.
Your eyes and heart follow me,
As a mother, her child.
So, here I am,
Sometimes happy,
Oft’ times soiled,
Frequently, lost in distraction.
Yet, I lay claim to Your Love.
How great and blessed is my future,
You designed and destined the waif before You.
You cause me and set my course.
I, for myself, rejoice that I am thine,
And rely wholly on Thy beneficence.
Great Love,
Love the child of Your Heart.
Follow me with motherly care,
To correct, commend, cuddle and caress.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
Virgin Mary Consoles Eve
Crayon and pencil by Sr. Grace Remington, OCSO
Copyright 2005, Sisters of the Mississippi Abbey
Mother Eve, waiting long,
Your bones resting in the earth,
At Adam’s side,
From which you were taken,
Waiting, waiting for the Woman.
Sustained in weary life by a Promise.
Enduring the grave,
Counting the centuries,
Waiting for Good News.
The Virgin is with Child. Rejoice!
©2011 Joann Nelander All rights reserved
