Gathering Flowers
As a child, Gathering flowers in a meadow, I spend these hours By your side, dear Mother. Happily, you kiss each bloom, I offer, playfully, to your lips. Bunching them as a bouquet, I press them into your hands, And you, as mother’s do, Press them to your heart. Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
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Call to Prayer
Call to Prayer I know we are connected, As nerve to muscle, Sinew to bone, Cell to cell, Form and function In call to action. One holy Body, Unique and alive, Spirit pervading, Each beloved member All in humble subjugation, Saintly suffusion, As wills unite In sanctified perfusion. All unknowing, know by faith The Father … Continue reading
Tears’ Requite
Tears’ Requite Awash on shores of errant heart, Crystalline soldiers wend their depart. The battle o’er, the mend begun, Hovering Spirit break forth thy sun. You tugged as moon on ebbing tide, To etch and burrow as to chide, But than as swells of billowed lace, You left a smile of radiant grace. To purge … Continue reading
Entombment
Mortal life of substance, And ethereal, As the matter of soul, You are far spent, In this night of human life, That passes in a blink Of the eye of God. I have pulled you, Limb from limb, Not as the Savior’s travail Upon the Cross, But by sinning, Brought death to my members. I … Continue reading
