Time, Trial and Chaff

Father, help me be patient,
As I receive the answer
To all my prayers.
In faith, I wait.

Trial, and time
In steady supply,
Over and round
By threshing sledge ground,
Crushed be
The husk of me.

Tossed, then,
High in hope,
To brave both
Flight and fall,
As Spirit winds,
A winnowing fan,
Carry my chaff
To all forgetful clouds.

Hallowed be the ground,
On which I come to rest.
Only Son,
Of Three in One.

Waiting, winning,
Gathering the wheat,
One with me
The answer be.

© 2012 Joann Nelander

Vigilance

Vigilance

 

O, Trinity, mine,

As I am Thine,

Indwelling with sacred flame,

Dispatch as for battle

Angels and Archangels,

Sword in hand.

 

Penetrate my darkness,

Infiltrate clandestine deceptions

Masquerading as light.

Pull down cruel strongholds,

Erected by Minion’s guile,

Surreptitious and in disguise.

 

Where blindness

Has made me vulnerable,

Where folly

Has let down my guard,

Where allurement

Has entrapped me,

Give power, sword and wing,

To Your Michael.

 

Bid him ride the dawn

To stand arrayed for the frey,

Here by my side.

Bright Angel of Truth,

Mount ye,

Who Is Like God,

Ever upward,

Empowered by my prayer,

Whispered in th Name,

All Hallowed.

 

Hashem, do You battle,

Vanquish the hidden

Enemies of my soul,

By my union,

In Your Death.

 

By my Baptism,

Let Your Blood

Cry out as Your Able,

From the ground

Of my being.

 

Give Life ever new.

In Your rest,

Empty Tomb,

Witness in me,

By Eucharistic grace,

The triumph of Your Resurrection.

 

© 2012 Joann Nelander

 

 

 

 

My Holy Three

My Holy Three
The ground of me.
In knowing myself
May I know Thee.

Write upon my heart
The thoughts that are Your own.
Seat Yourself upon
My empty throne.

You who find no place
To rest Your Head.
Here, rein and rule
To delight and  wed..

My Holy Three
The ground of me.
In knowing myself
May I forever know Thee.

©2012 Joann Nelander

On Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day all mothers hold a special place in the heart of God, especially those who have lost their children. I, especially, grieve with mothers who have aborted their babies.  Daily I pray that I be permitted to spiritually baptize all the children dying in any form of abortion with the Living Water that gushed from the open side of Jesus.  These holy innocents are victims, too young to will, but not too young to suffer and die. Knowing God desires to bring good forth from evil, I widen my prayer to include their  mothers and fathers, and all in their lineage, back to Adam and Eve, and to the end of time. I pray that God release from purgatory many of those in the lineage to accompany them to heaven in holy celebration, so that family always surrounds them.  One day I hope to rejoice with all these children and those saved by the mystery of their short lives and deaths united to the Will of God.

What Will You Worship Today?

My Child,
What will you worship today?

My sun warms you and brightens your day.
My plants and animals sustain you.
My ground yields it’s treasure
To build
And energize your cities.
Rivers of beauty
Play across the land,
Teeming abundantly.

You perceive
The wonder of creation,
Yet, your love
Does not go
Beyond the creature,
To see, or seek the Creator.
You do not want
To meet the artist.

You do worship.
You worship what you love.
There is little room for Me.
I am to you a thermostat
For your comfort,
Under your control.

Desiring love
I weep.
Here I am
Within reach.
Stretch out your heart
And I am yours.

My child,
What will you worship today?

Copyright 2012 Joann Nelander
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You Are God

You are God
Wholly Other,
Yet Your humanity
Embraces me
By sacrament.

You are the Head,
The Church, Your Mystical Body,
And in it
I wash my robes,
To take on
The Infant Life of Christ,
Wholly dependent,
Yet gifted
With abundant blessing.

You are God,
Wholly Other,
My Father receives me,
Clothed in the living Flesh
Of the beloved Son.

Copyright 2012 Joann Nelander
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