All the people of my life,
I place in Your Life.
Living Savior,
One with the Father,
The Spirit,
And lowly me,
Look on my memory,
And on my forgetfulness.Search my corridors and halls.
Find all those faces and voices
Of my past, present and forgotten.
Forgive them,
As You’ve forgiven me.
Draw them,
As You have drawn me.Prepare a heavenly paradise,
In which each may dwell.
Life is short;
Memories fleeting.
You alone endure.
Embracing all,
In Your Eternity.Amen.
Copyright Joann Nelander © 2011 All rights reserved
Category Archives: Spiritual
The Hollow of Your Hand
Hollow in the palm of Your hand,
See me here,
A child hiding in this darkness
Which is All Light and All Truth.
The brightness of Your Sun
Has blinded me.
I grasp Your hand
And cling to You,
My Three, my One.
Bright Angel,
Announce your Truth
In my soul.
Let me not fear the shadows,
But find all things
Awakening anew
My confidence in You,
Truth and Trusted One.
Reign, God of my heart,
I have sought You,
Moment by moment,
Day after day.
Holy Solace, wrap me as in petals.
Heart of healing,
Open in the warmth
Of a new and holy day,
The Lord has made,
New day,
Day of the Lord.
No fear here,
All comfort, all strength, all joy.
I have become a child
In the palm of Your hand,
Ever resting, ever secure,
O Holy Love.
To You abandoned,
to You promised,
to You wed.
By Joann Nelander
Holy Week in Poland: See the Duda-Gracz Stations of the Cross in Jasna Góra | Inside-Poland.com
Holy Week in Poland: See the Duda-Gracz Stations of the Cross in Jasna Góra
April 15, 2014 · by Inside Poland · in Catholic Poland, Community, Culture, Latest news
A holy icon reaches out an arm beyond a picture frame to support a dying Christ. Media hoist microphones as a death sentence is passed. The memory of murdered Polish priest Jerzy Popiełuszko is invoked. This is the world of Jerzy Duda-Gracz, whose Stations of the Cross (Droga Krzyżowa) presents a powerful vision of faith and a satirical critique of religion.
The series of paintings is on display in the Knight Hall at Jasna Góra monastery in Częstochowa, Poland’s spiritual home
via Holy Week in Poland: See the Duda-Gracz Stations of the Cross in Jasna Góra | Inside-Poland.com.
Sunday Snippets–A Catholic Carnival
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My Posts:
Hallowed Steps
Informed Catholic Voter: American Anchor for Russian Station Quits on Air in Dramatic Fashion
12 year old address Life
Grace and Gratitude
It is not enough for me that God has given me grace once, but He must give it always. I ask, that I may receive; and when I have received, I ask again. I am covetous of receiving God’s bounty. He is never slow in giving, nor am I ever weary of receiving. The more I drink, the more thirsty I become.
– St. JeromeIt is our part to seek, His to grant what we ask; ours to make a beginning, His to bring it to completion; ours to offer what we can, His to finish what we cannot.
– St. JeromeThe law detects, grace alone conquers sin.
– Saint Augustine
Few souls understand what God would accomplish in them if they were to abandon themselves unreservedly to Him and if they were to allow His grace to mold them accordingly.
– St. Ignatius LoyolaThat the Saints may enjoy their beatitude and the grace of God more abundantly they are permitted to see the punishment of the damned in Hell.
– St. Thomas AquinasGRATITUDE
In all created things discern the providence and wisdom of God, and in all things give Him thanks.
– St. Teresa of Avila
In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God.
– St. PaulLet us thank God for His priceless gift!
– St. Paul
Cry of One Forgiven
How can I thank You
For Your forgiveness,
For that moment,
In which You scattered
My accusers,
And took my part?As I looked up
From the mud of my despair,
Your majestic countenance
Was all.
You loomed before me,
Brighter than the Sun.Who could have imagined
Such grandeur?
You wore holiness like a crown
That more than circled Your brow.
Rather, it emanated,
As light from Your Being,
Announcing Who You are?Only humility can receive You,
And dare Your gaze.
For Your Eyes
Pierce the soul,
Revealing all.Only those crying for a Savior
Dare look up,
To confess with that glance
Their fault and nakedness,
Helpless and all pleading.Only the thirsty
Can drink in the majesty
Of Your knowing.
For pride is the travesty,
That hides,
For fear of revelation.That moment shattered my fear
And rent the clouds of all my life.
Taking proffered Hand,
I rise to my feet
Then, as now, again,Light embraces me
As my rags fall to my feet.
In their place
Love has woven a mantle,
A robe of Being,
That more than clothes me.It is a signal grace,
That names me,
With it, You announce
To all Creation
Who I am in You.My “Yes” reverberates
Throughout the Universe.
I am new,
Like a star at its birth,
Bursting forth
With Your Holiness;
Baptized in Your Redemption.How can I thank You
For Your forgiveness,
O, You, Who took my part?
Go now,
In search of my accusers.Copyright 2011 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 