All that I need,
All that is good,
You bring to me in this Eucharist.
Help me to desire,
All that You want to give me.
Open my eyes,
To see myself as You see me,
And long for You all the more.
I abandon myself to You,
That You may make me holy,
And do everything for me,
By Your limitless grace.
© 2017 Joann Nelander
Psalm 91
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
and abides in the shade of the Almighty
says to the Lord: “My refuge,
my stronghold, my God in whom I trust!”
It is he who will free you from the snare
of the fowler who seeks to destroy you;
he will conceal you with his pinions
and under his wings you will find refuge.
You will not fear the terror of the night
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the plague that prowls in the darkness
nor the scourge that lays waste at noon.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand fall at your right,
you, it will never approach;
his faithfulness is buckler and shield.
Your eyes have only to look
to see how the wicked are repaid,
you who have said: “Lord, my refuge!”
and have made the Most High your dwelling.
Upon you no evil shall fall,
no plague approach where you dwell.
For you has he commanded his angels,
to keep you in all your ways.
They shall bear you upon their hands
lest you strike your foot against a stone.
On the lion and the viper you will tread
and trample the young lion and the dragon.
Since he clings to me in love, I will free him;
protect him for he knows my name.
When he calls I shall answer: “I am with you.”
I will save him in distress and give him glory.
With length of life I will content him;
I shall let him see my saving power.
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With the rising of each sun,
I seek the Sun of Justice,
That coming up over hill or horizon,
He might climb the sky,
Shattering my limits, my lacks,
And poor persuasions.
O, Conqueror of Death,
And King of New Day,
Let nothing deter
Your mounting my sky.
As nothing could chain You in the Tomb,
Or dissuade Your Rising,
To pick up Life,
And surrmount High Heaven,
Here, at my beginning,
Call me forth.
With the Force of the Commingled,
And Communal Love,
That begot Thee,
For I choose Thee,
Thou, Who gave my soul substance without Matter,
Spirit without Space,
Dependant, only on Thee,
My Champion.
Love begot Thee.
Loves conceives in His Knowing,
And Love,
Takes wing,
To welcome me,
One God,
Thee, My Three,
Now regarding me.
O, Sun of Justice,
Arise, and in me , ever be.
© 2017 Joann Nelander
Oh, I’ve waken to new sunshine of dawns risen o’er the hills.
I’ve swum in quivering rivers, and climbed in flight as gulls.
I’ve shown bright with each moonlight, and fallen with each star.
I’ve feathered clouds with soft down and sprinkled rain afar,
I’ve snuggled to a blade of grass, and clutched a rose as dew.
I’ve painted rainbows ‘cross the sky and lavished them with hr.
I’ve suckled sweetness from a bloom and fluttered free to soar. I’ve slept beneath the Tree of Life,
and dreamt these dreams before.
c 1984 Joann Nelander
To kiss the whole world,
To scoop it close in wild embrace,
To feel its heart beat pulsing as my own,
Its passion and its pain,
To hug it closer still,
Letting its cry touch me,
To bring it through the wall of my own flesh,
Deep into my sol where spirits intertwine,
I want to.
c 1984 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 