Author Archives: Be Holy
Work of Love
Make of every heart a tabernacle,
A holy space,
Home to Thee,
An ark,
A Mercy seat,
Where Cherubim
Spread their wings
And constantly adore.
May heaven alight
On one who prays,
And rest on that blessed soul,
As Pentecost anew.
Across the face of the earth
Find hallowed home,
Ciborium for Thy Blood,
Chalice to cup Thy loveliness,
And priestly hands to hold Thee aloft,
To smile upon Your world in dire need.
Be, O, Bread of angels,
Ever present on Your altar,
Closer than my breath,
Friend and companion
Light and Bridegroom,
All in all,
Everywhere and everyone
Transforming,
Sinner to saint,
And temple of Your Holy Spirit.
©2012 Joann Nelander
THE CHAPLET OF DIVINE MERCY (ROSARY)
The Vortex — Racist Bishops
Burial Oil
Make of me an anointing oil
To be pored into the wounds
That bore my name.
Who am I,
How do You count me
In Your universe?
I am nothing,
A wisp,
Mere smoke
Clouding Your heavens,
And yet,
You mount Your Cross
For me.
For me,
The nails pierce Holy Flesh,
For me, You are lifted,
And the Cross
Crashed with Your pain
Into the ground
Over the bones
Of my First Parents,
A skull, fittingly,
A remembrance of their fall,
And our perduring Fault.
My tears flow with Mary’s
My hair hides me
From hungry eyes,
That I might be for You,
Here in this place and time.
You thirst for me.
Now, may I satisfy You,
By willing our union,
And embracing
My death in yours.
Oil and comfort,
Comfort only
The dead can know,
To be shrouded away
Until the Day.