Miguel González – GarabandalTestimony of Miguel Gonzalez, brother of Conchita regarding Garabandal
Anchor
Hope, an anchor tossed, Plummeting to fathomless deep, Careless of the cost. Hope, an anchor tossed, Implacable, while storms accost. Faith, the ground, the keep. Hope an anchor tossed, Plummeting to fathomless deep Copyright Joann Nelander (experimental triolet)
Bathed in the Spirit
I bathe my whole life In the Blood of Christ.In Spirit, I place my Soul, In the form of a new born, In the water that flowed From the Side of Jesus, At the piecing Of His most Sacred Heart. O Holy Bath, flow over me. Flow within me, Permeating even To the marrow of … Continue reading
A Place Apart
A desert You prepare for me.In solitude You allure me.An encounter awaits me,Your heart waiting for mine.A thousand betrayals,Hasn’t dimmed Your visionFor Love’s elect. Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 