Author Archives: Be Holy
Ireland Swallows the Lie
Gathering Flowers
As a child,
Gathering flowers in a meadow,
I spend these hours
By your side, dear Mother.
Happily, you kiss each bloom,
I offer, playfully, to your lips.
Bunching them as a bouquet,
I press them into your hands,
And you, as mother’s do,
Press them to your heart.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
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Call to Prayer
Call to Prayer
I know we are connected,
As nerve to muscle,
Sinew to bone,
Cell to cell,
Form and function
In call to action.
One holy Body,
Unique and alive,
Spirit pervading,
Each beloved member
All in humble subjugation,
Saintly suffusion,
As wills unite
In sanctified perfusion.
All unknowing, know by faith
The Father loving the Son.
Jesus, You are my prayer.
Held aloft in priestly hands,
You are we
A chorus of hearts,
Raised on the altar of the Cross.
copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com
Tears’ Requite
Tears’ Requite
Awash on shores of errant heart,
Crystalline soldiers wend their depart.
The battle o’er, the mend begun,
Hovering Spirit break forth thy sun.
You tugged as moon on ebbing tide,
To etch and burrow as to chide,
But than as swells of billowed lace,
You left a smile of radiant grace.
To purge my soul of sorrow’s trough,
You gently rain to Spirit off
The crust and brine of life’s past sin,
and let your troves of laughter in.
Providence of wind and wave
Serve but to resurrect and save.
by Joann Nelander
