I am awake.
I open my eyes to find You,
My Trinity,
All about me.
I am in the Heart of I AM,
My Abba.
I am in the Heart of Jesus.
The Breath of the Spirit,
Inspires.
I love and adore.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
Category Archives: All Things Catholic
No Greater Love
You wait for me.
You wait upon me.
You wait for a return of love.
The heights that bar our union are great,
But No Greater Love
Springs o’er the mountains.
No Greater Love leaps the hills,
To stand outside my gate,
Singing songs that stir my heart.
Scale my many walls, O Love!
Find me here ready.
Anoint my head, my soul, my mind.
No Greater Love delights
To pour Eternity upon me,
With an exchange of wedding vows.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
“The sound of my lover! springing across the mountains, leaping over the hills” Song of Songs 2: 8
As An Eagle
Lord, Most High,
Most Good,
Most Holy,
As an eagle, soar our nation’s skies,
Look down and take pity on a people losing their way.
See us as we struggle.
See our deceivers.
See our cherished deceptions.
See our broken law.
The weight of haughty deception,
Oppresses a people,
Fearing the gift of Life.
It is hard to juggle our many gods.
To our folly,
Mammon has supplanted our love for You.
Resisting Your Love.
We choose Death
As an answer to Life.
We think the blessing, a curse,
And the curse, a blessing, nay, a right,
Negation the same as something, someone.
Give Your People Your eagle’s wings,
To scale the heights
With You.
Carry us on Your strong pinions
To safety in the clefts of the Rock.
Hide us in Your Sacred Wounds.
With an Eagle’s talons,
Swoop upon the Enemy
Who carries off our young.
Lord, Most High,
Most Good,
Most Holy,
Carry us on eagle ‘s wings to the safety of Your bosom,
Your Truth.
Flowers of Love
I will sit here,
Speaking my heart to You.
Look on me as in a garden
Tending these flowers of love.
I water them,
Sometimes with tears,
Sometimes with sweat,
And always with the water
That flows from my Baptism.
Water my garden from above.
Make my flowers grow,
And as I tend them,
Please send your angels to plant seeds
For our eternal tomorrows,
Far off, My Love,
But soon, eternally, Now.
The Church Militant
The Church Militant
“Behold the Lamb of God,
Behold Him Who takes away
The sins of the world.”
A priest holds aloft,
The consecrated Host.
“Behold…”
One by one.
Standing in adoration,
Each receives.
They pass before me.
I hear, “Behold, My army,
Each, a living monstrance.”
©2016 Joann Nelander
Treasure of Presence
Jesus, what I love in Your people is You.
Some shimmer and gleam with Your Presence
While others tuck You away,
As a treasure I must dig to unearth.
None the less, Your grace,
Is life reaching to eternity,
Grace, that blesses me in every encounter.
Life, that draws our humanity to the heavenly.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 