Gov’nor Knows Best

A Millennial Job Interview

Who is the Holy Spirit?

A Million Miracles Ride the Deep

A million miracles ride the deep,
And play beneath the surface
Of Your fury,
In fall of water,
Rounding o’er the rocks,
In rush and billows,
Froth and foam.

Swift river carry me
And write on my memory.
Though seated on the bank,
I sail in heart,
And hurry,
In your wake
Finding joy as a petal,
Skirting the obscured,
Dancing o’er temptation,
In an act of will,
To follow in Your stride,
O Master of the deep.

The glint of sun
In steady flash
To gild rocky edges
As You do my soul.
The wash of swift current,
Pouring joy as palpable
As bird song,
Swimming the swollen crowns,
Like ribbons of life,
Skimming hidden cliffs,
Caring and carrying me along.
Their path and destiny one,
In faith’s repose.

Let not the world
Still or interfere
To make me tarry,
When You bid me come,
Contemplate my end,
And sweet beginning.
One with Providence’s
Plan,
I fear not Thy wild ride.

A million miracles cry out to me
From the beauty
Of depth and mystery.
I am lost in Your Presence.
There You are
Smiling back at me.
I simply smile and gaze.
I am nothing and no one,
Yet You whisper,
In You and Yours,
I am more.

You sing to my soul,
And tell me beauty tales.
Of gaining all I leave behind
In Love’s pursuit.
Grace creates a place for me.
After the mind of God.
I surpass the wonders I behold.

Hold me in this instant,
To capture Paradise
For the journey onward,
Singularly one with everything,
And bound to all,
And none,
Save You.

Joann Nelander

Heart’s Desire

O, my Lord,
I enthrone You
In my heart.

Bowing before You,
I take refuge
In Your Mercy.

I clasp fast
The hand of the Virgin,
She, who bore my Savior,
Now, holds my entreaties
In her Immaculate Heart.

In Mary’s bosom,
The Fire of Your Love
Refashions my heart’s desire,
That it may reflect
The desires of Your Most Sacred Heart.

Here, I appeal to You,
In the melodic voice
Of the Mother’s purity.

Forever in Your Love

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