Darkness had come upon the land,
A darkness so thick,
It could be felt.
You spoke and said to me,
I will awake the dawn.
Rising early, I raised my arms to heaven
And Your sun entered my soul.
A thousand candles,
Burn on the altar of my heart.
Piercing the darkness,
Are Your eyes of Love.
Cascading streams of Light,
Illuminating that cavern,
That was Sin.
Lord, help me
Return Your gaze.
I behold You, darkly,
New to the blinding Light.
Dancing Miracle of Sun
Accustom my open eyes to Your Spirit
To receive the sun and moonbeams
As You eclipse the Night.
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“It is finished.”
”Into Your Hands,
I commend my spirit.”
The Tree of Eden
Poison swallowed,
By the Tree of Golgotha.
Christ, the New Adam,
Mankind begun anew,
Fellowship restored and more.
Freed from the husks of pigs
Returned to the Father’s House.
Witness the death of Death.
Lay Your Head upon my lap,
That I may hold You,
Rock You,
Cradle You in my arms.
I arrange Your Hair,
And wash the Blood,
Clinging to You,
Mourning over You,
As Mother Mary.
Open side of Jesus
Receive me.
Hide me,
In the cave of Your Heart.
I throw off my idols.
My sin is finished,
Nailed to Your Cross.
“It is finished,”
My war against You,
The burden and the price,
Life born in Your dying,
And swaddled in faith’s dark night.
The Church born
From Your pierced side.
As a fountain for the Ages,
Spilling forth
The wine of Crushed Grapes.
New Day!
Eternal Spring!
“Into Your Hands,
I commend My Spirit.”
Love has the last word.
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I am the weaned child,
Upon Your knee.
Forgetful of time,
I curl Your hair about my fingers,
And tug at Your heartstrings.
My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday,
Lie by the stairs,
By which I began my ascent to You.
Comfort me.
Cuddle me.
Tickle me.
You spend Your universe,
As You had always planned,
Delighting one so small,
The least of the Children of Man.
© 2012 Joann Nelander
Come Lord,
Feed Your Church;
It’s Sunday!
Command us,
“Rise” with You;
It’s Sunday!
Day of the Lord,
Day of Promise,
Day of supplication,
Day of fulfillment.
O Sunday!
Gathered with the Mother,
In the sunshine presence
Of celestial hosts,
Rejoicing with the Chosen,
Celebrate!
It’s Sunday.
©2012 Joann Nelander
I love waking up
In the Heart of Jesus.
Before my eyes even open
I feel You all about me.
You are looking at Me
As Mary looked on You
In slumber serene.
I am stirring.
You are smiling Your “Good morning”
I see You are not alone
I blow my heartfelt kisses
To Your happy entourage.
Heavenly family, you, too,
Welcome me to New Day.
Yes, Sweet Jesus, I am ready.
You’ve watched over me in sleep;
Now, again, I pick up my cross.
Walk the hours of today,
As Light upon my way.
By Joann Nelander
Copyright 2012
Be Holy! 