Monthly Archives: April 2019

SAVIOR IN REPOSE

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O, my Jesus,
In gentle and humble repose upon the altar,
Wrap Your arms about me.
My body yearns for Your embrace.

Only Your Humanity can unlock
The treasure trove of grace,
You hold in store for me,
A repentant sinner,
Grace, You purchased for me
By Your coming to Man as Man,
In Your weakness and poverty and might.

You called Yourself,”Son of Man”,
And by Your obedience,
Suffering and Death upon the Cross,
Showed us True Love.

All Holy, All Human, All Love, All God,
Son and Servant of God,
Benefit and Benefactor of Man,
Apply the fruit of Your Saving Death
To my humanity,
To the glory of God,
And the continuous deification
Of my poor, desirous body and soul.

Conceive in me thoughts, words and deeds,
Which bring to fulfillment our Father’s plan
For my life and eternity,
So, that purged of all Sin and concupiscence,
I might shine with radiant joy,
Hidden and secure in Your Heart,
As does Your Virgin Mother, Mary.
“Be it done to me according to Your Word.”
Amen.

Copyright 2011 Joann Nelander
All rights reserved

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

Father Forever

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“Father forgive them they know not what they do.”

Cords of sorrow draw me.
I am witness to the plight,
Man become beast,
Without wisdom or wit,
Licking his own blood,
Hungry, harrowed,
Stunned in horror.

The knots of revenge entangle,
Cry for evermore blood,
Ever more abasement,
Ever more widows,
Ever more orphans,
Ever more refuse and waste.

A crying child becomes hundreds,
Then thousands,
Then millions,
Left to wander,
Left to dissipate and hate.

Vengeance is sweeter than food,
To one who chooses to live
Without Love,
Without Light,
Without the Holy and the True,
For such is the abode of Sin,
And many the roads
Leading to its gate.

Bestial brutality,
Raging insanity,
Now reigns the malignant.
The disconsolate refuse all solace,
Wounds of the heart,
Wounds of the mind,
Wounds of the body of Man.

Look to the high mountain,
Eyes to the heavens,
Wake the long dead,
Who await the promised Banquet,
Those, who now know,
They are one Family of Man,
Divested of tribal allegiance,
Awaiting the One,
And coming, King.

Offer a sacrifice of prayer.
Pour forth the balm of Gilead.
Speak, in the tongue of angels,
The comfort of peoples,
Hope in the Darkness.

Humanity’s ties are stronger than its sins,
More numerous than the cords
That draw it down in the Dark Night.
For its One God
Is Father Forever.

Tweet by Obianuju Ekeocha on Twitter

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2013b1f65ef3007f7cd580db25322a82_normal.jpeg Obianuju Ekeocha (@obianuju)
4/26/19, 6:30 PM
Since we have “biology professors” at ⁦‪@UCSanDiego‬⁩ teaching sci-fi as science and describing the fetus as “legitimate parasite”, I thought it’s a perfect time to retweet this because #LifeBeginsAtConception…pic.twitter.com/iJ6RuNgDEJ

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