Author Archives: Be Holy

True Devotion to Virgin Mary (FREE audiobook)

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“Without Mary you could not have Jesus hidden in your hearts”St Louis De Montfort

Prayer of St. Augustine

Prayer Acknowledging The Christ:

You are Christ, my Holy Father, my Tender God, my Great King, my Good Shepherd, my Only Master, my Best Helper, my Most Beautiful and my Beloved, my Living Bread, my Priest Forever, my Leader to my Country, my True Light, my Holy Sweetness, my Straight Way, my Excellent Wisdom, my Pure Simplicity, my Peaceful Harmony, my Entire Protection, my Good Portion, my Everlasting Salvation.

Remembering the Seasons of My Soul

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Old year passes,
Becoming yet another ghost,
Withered as leaves,
Crumbled, and carried aloft
By winter winds,
Too soon scattered
By the breezes of Time.

Is it truly spent,
Dead and long forgotten,
Living but in memory?
May not reflection
Call it from the grave,
Uncover the gain
Hold it fast
To live again?

How has its many waters
Blessed thee and me,
As sacred signs?
Will it, as muse, retain a power
For its having been,
And then no more?

What saints and angels
Sent my way,
Colored its day?
In sorrow,
Who came to hold my hand?
In joy,
Who shared my hearth?

Were there hugs, and smiles,
And laughter to tilt the scale of grief?
Can kisses and embraces be resurrected,
That fires of love be stoked
To warm and blaze anew?

Has my thanksgivings
Been recorded in the pyre,
Written in the embers now glowing
As tiger eyes flashing from the ash.

Years come, doomed , too soon to go,
But let them not hurry
To a crypt without a wake.
Drink the happy wine of memory,
Sip, as the seasons turn.
Contemplate and savor
The seasons of your soul.

©2011  Joann Nelander

To Be for Jesus

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To Be for Jesus

Yours, totally Yours!
The wonder of it!

To be, so small,
A little nobody,
And, yet, to hold the gaze
Of the Lord of the Universe.

It is not for my merit,
That You attend my supplication.

All I have read, or heard, or done,
Fills not a thimble,
Yet, straight from the Holy Font,
You knew me
And attended to my cry.

It is grace that holds sway.
Your grace.
I am graced,
Graced by Love,
Graced by Mercy.

I am that babe,
That waits to be picked up,
And seated with You on Your throne.
If I am to judge nations,
Let it be from a throne upon Your lap.

Having sinned,
I deserve not breath,
But, crying out,
With a heart,
Affixed onto Your own,
Trust draws You to me.

Love bends Your ear,
And inclines Your Heart.
Make my poor heart
Like unto Your own,
Rich in mercy,
Resplendent in Love.

Be for me, All.  
O, Lord, fill my heart,
And mind,
With holy expectations
Of Your Mercy,
Drawn from the Heart of Your Love.

© 2017 Joann Nelander