“Give them something to eat.”

On the mountain of Your Holiness,
You commanded,
“You give them something to eat.”

What have I that would feed,
And satisfy so many?
You give to me,
In steady supply.

You are my All.
In You, I believe,
It is You, I adore,
And from You,

I draw my hope,
And loving trust.
You have fulfilled Your promise,
Feeding me with the finest wheat,

The Eucharistic Wheat,
Made Bread, most holy,
Your body and Your Blood.
“Give them something to eat.”

What have I that would feed,
And satisfy so many?
I will give them my Treasure,
My Only Good.

As life flowing from this temple
Flow from me,
To water,
And sup with the humanity all about me.

Awakening

February 16, 2018 by Be Holy

You stretch before me
In wondrous expanses.
Where are your limits, O Lord?
Where the measure
That contains Your domain?

The ethereal sky,
Hugging the mountains,
Kissing earth,
And spilling love across its plains,
Proclaims a God of beauty.

Hidden,yet revealed,
In the minuscule and mighty,
You peer from clouds
That radiate streams of Your glory.

You walk the waters,
Stride across mountains,
Blow like desert sands,
Seamlessly knitting terrain,
Texture, color, and contour
In organic harmony,
To announce Your Presence.

A world of darkness
Awakens each morning,
From its chrysalis,
As hope and promise courts
The sons and daughters of Man.

Quarried, cut and polished,
A darkened crystal,
Receives Your Light.
The soul of Man,
Focuses Your splendor,
And by grace,
You shine out in creations’ purpose.

Your Just Sun, O Father,
Crosses the great divide,
To shine on a “no one”,
And “no people”
To stretch before the angels
The measure of Your Mercy.

Jesus of the Cross

February 16, 2018 by Be Holy

Jesus of the Cross,
Jesus of the Suffering,
Jesus of the Dying,
Hanging from Your Cross
Before our eyes,
Hanging in Your Suffering,
Bleeding out Your Love,
Hanging in Your Dying
Above the world,
First Born Son
And New Beginning,
Birthing in the hearts
Of the Children of Man,
Children for God.