“Whoever acknowledges me before men, I too will ack

Whoever acknowledges me before men, I too will acknowledge him before my Father who is in heaven.”

Answer Me This

When did you last speak His Name?
Of what do you usually speak?
What occupies your thoughts and rules your moments?
Whose name shall be on your lips as life slips away?
Who will carry you home?

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Looking at the Sun

Looking at the Sun

Last evening, I saw the sun in a surprising way. Looking at the sun directly, it appeared to have a silvery and ” cool” disc over its center, which would normally be ” hot”and bright and would force my eyes to instinctively close or my eyes to look away. I watched it for some time in wonder and amazement, seeing soft red rays around its silvery core. To me, it is mysterious. I mean, I do not know how I could gaze at it quite comfortably, watching the rays seem to spread out around it’s cool center.. I watched it for some time wondering at the occurrence, the ability to look upon it, and wondering why I was seeing it. I have seen this at other times in the past, often on a Church feast day, like the Feast of the Transfiguration, or the Feast of the Holy Innocents.

I write about it because I don’t know what it means but accept it as a gift, a grace. I have been wanting to write about grace and supernatural grace but I can’t seem to put what I understand of them into words, at least, into my words. So, like looking at the sun, I shall simply gaze on them a while more.

Mama Giraffe Waits

Here I am

Here I am,
Asleep in Your arms.
I forgot to be afraid.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Who Notices?

Who Notices?

How many moments in the day
Pass into a supposed oblivion?
“Just another day,” they say.

Another runny nose,
Another cranky cry,
Another, and another, and another.

Cloudy horizons,
Dreams caught off guard
By the mundane of reality,

Where is the “anything”,
They said I could be?
No time in the day just for me.

How many selfless moments,
Written in timeless sands,
Seemingly, lost with yesterday?

Hidden moments,
Stripped of vain glory.
Only God notices.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Fleeting Prayers – Arrows to the Heart

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God
Recorded on His Heart,
Nothing wasted.

All to flower, and bear fruit.
Supplying for the need
Of His People, His Bride, His Church,
Reaching throughout Time,

Nothing wasted,
Nothing forgotten,
All in flower,
all bearing fruit.

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God,
Nothing forgotten,
Arrows to His Heart.

By Joann Nelander