Memories Eternal – a Prayer

May I live with Mary in my heart this day.
May her thoughts,
And precious memories of You, dear Jesus,
Resound in my mind and fill my soul,
That even Angels in flight,
And the Triumphant in Heaven,
Stop to listen and love with me.

How Do You Heal Me?

My Jesus,
Here I am,
Hanging beside you,
Like the good thief,
Conscious of my fault and failure,
Yet, all the more,
Conscious of You.

I have only to behold You,
To see You on Your Cross,
In Your dying,
To know all has changed.

Seeing You,
I let down my guard.
I am naked and defenseless,
Like Adam in the garden.
Now, though, there is a difference.

I can not run.
I can not hide,
But neither do I want to.

This time I, truly, see You.

I see You in Your pain,
In Your misery,
In Your dying agony.
I see You.

I see You beholding me.
You take me in, in a glance.
You comfort me with Your gaze,
And let me see, in You, my only hope.

Your dying makes a difference.
I find the difference in me.

You look at me,
And I see in Your eyes,
Suffering Love,
Mercy, Incarnate.

Your gaze takes me in,
And I find myself within You,
In Your merciful heart.

How do You heal me?
With a look?
With a plea?
With Your pain?

Is it that You take me,
With your gaze,
Into the Heart of You.

I am one with the Only One
One with God,
Here on the Your Cross,
Here in Your knowing,
Here in Your most Sacred Heart.

by Joann Nelander