SAINT PATRICK’S LORICA FOR PROTECTION FOR AMY CONEY BARRETT

Amy arises today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
of the Creator of creation.

Amy arises today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth with Her baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

Amy arises today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In the predictions of prophets,
In the preaching of apostles,
In the faith of confessors,
In the innocence of holy virgins,
In the deeds of righteous men.

Amy arises today, through
The strength of heaven,
The light of the sun,
The radiance of the moon,
The splendor of fire,
The speed of lightning,
The swiftness of wind,
The depth of the sea,
The stability of the earth,
The firmness of rock.

Amy arises today, through
God’s strength to pilot her,
God’s might to uphold her,
God’s wisdom to guide her,
God’s eye to look before her,
God’s ear to hear her,
God’s word to speak for her,
God’s hand to guard her,
God’s shield to protect her,
God’s host to save her
From snares of devils,
From temptation of vices,
From everyone who shall wish her ill,
afar and near.

Amy summons today
All these powers between her and those evils,
Against every cruel and merciless power
that may oppose her body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul;
Christ to shield her today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to her an abundance of reward.

Christ with her,
Christ before her,
Christ behind her,
Christ in her,
Christ beneath her,
Christ above her,
Christ on her right,
Christ on her left,
Christ when she lies down,
Christ when she sits down,
Christ when she arises,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of her,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of her,
Christ in every eye that sees her,
Christ in every ear that hears her.

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You are the sun.
Your rays stream
To penetrate the sinner’s heart.

Salvation is a river.
Your Cross is at its head.
You are its eternal heart.

I have polluted the waters.
The waters of my baptism,
Yet I come again.

I come repenting,
Here to the foot
Of Your redeeming Cross.

I remember Salvation.
I was born in Sin
But You are the Word.

You are the Word,
The Word spoken,
Over the abyss.

Your forever Word
Lights the Darkness.
Brings life and abiding hope.

My prayer rises,
From the dust of my fall,
To You, my Heaven.

You stretch Your arms,
Now and eternally,
To embrace me always.

Bring me to Your Heart,
At the crossing
Of heaven and earth.

For, by You,
And in You,
And through You,
I am made new.

I am new man,
A saved man,
Hopefully, a holy man.

Your heart silenced
On your Cross
Sounds anew in me.

You caused Salvation.
You started that Heartbeat.
Beating now eternally.

Salvation
And Redemption
Meet in me.

And I will live,
In your great Heart.
Forever in Your love.

by Joann Nelander

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It seems…
I am always talking to You,
That I am always with You,
And have no doubt
You are with me,
Listening and silent.

I am an endless monologue.
You, hovering Spirit,
Wordlessly eloquent
Abide.
You are Presence and Truth,
Listening and silent,
Thunderously silent,
Save for the stirring of my heart,
And the sometime rush of thought,
Coming, as it were,
From the bowels of my being
With frightening conviction,
And challenging my reticence
To speak aloud
The thoughts of solitude.

Reluctant always
To go about,
And leave the cloister of my heart,
Where in Your chambers I find,
And hold dear,
Private audience with the King,

The world without is a noisy charade,
And woos the pride of me take center stage.
Where suddenly I realize
I have been talking much, too much,
To my regret.

I, naggingly, suspect
I have diminished
What was my treasure
And ceased to learn.
Cacophany of me,
I cease to learn,
And simply rearrange,
That with which I am familiar.

Where do prophet, poet and a would be recluse
Find voice if not in You,
Rejecting even audience
To find You in my silence,
Your silence?

©2012 Joann Nelander