How poor I am.
No one suspects my poverty,
For I hide it
‘Neath empty bravado.
All show,
The fool fooling all,
But myself.
Yet, sometimes,
I , too, believe
My haughty claims.
How poor am I?
Joann Nelander
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AT YOUR TABLE
Here am I,
At Your Table.
I am all need.
I am all sorrow.
I am all hope.
Here am I,
Before Mercy.
I am all desire.
I am all trust.
I am empty.
Here am I,
Faith-filled,
At Love’s banquet,
Dying with You,
Rising to live
Our life anew.
Joann Nelander
Look of Love
Throughout this night,
I have been resting
In Your most Sacred Heart,
Safe in Your holy embrace.
You watched,
And waited,
For the moment,
When my eyes would open.
Your hope,
Your longing,
That I would gaze on You,
Returning Your look of love.
Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 