God has given us
A special place in His Heart.
He calls us “Friend.”
Do not doubt Him,
By judging yourself or others
Before the time of Judgment.
Wait upon God working in you and me
For our good, blessing,
And finally our perfection.
Strive to be a friend of God.
Be a good steward of His friendship,
And this precious time
Working in His Vineyard.
Jesus, You didn’t say,
“Pretend my Father is your Father, ”
Or, “Imagine,
If my Father were your father. ”
No, Your prayer revealed
God as our Father.
What Love!
What Mystery!
What splendid Truth!
By Joann Nelamder
Copyright Joann Nelander 2011
All rights reserved
Jesus, You didn”t say,
“Pretend My Father
Is your father.”
Or, “Imagine, if my Father
Were your father.”
No! His prayer revealed
God as our Father.
What Love!
What Mystery!
What Splendid Truth!
©2012 Joann Nelander
"Fiat"
To Mary’s "Fiat,"
Oh say, "Amen. Amen. Amen."
"Fiat," my gift to You, my King.
I give You,
Here in my heart,
Mary’s "Fiat.",
That so inflamed the Heart of the Father,
That He gave her His Kingdom,
Enfleshed in His Son.
The instant Mary formed
Her ascent to the Will of God,
In her heart and mind,
And formed the word, "Fiat."
God began His Human Life
In the womb of the Virgin.
O Mary, more than a Chalice,
For of your seed sprang the God-Man,
Fully human,
Fully Divine,
Of You in the Spirit,
Eucharist conceived
In Immaculate Splendor.
Thanksgiving began
In the heaven of your soul,
And took flesh
From the heaven of your being.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
Father, my gift to You this morning,
Mary’s "Fiat".
May it ring out
From this lowly earth,
That heaven come down,
And live among Men.
Rain down Truth and Beauty,
Born of a Virgin,
His Body forever bearing
Her donation.
Mystery, Divine,
Remember Your Love
Throughtout Time.
©2012 Joann Nelander
Make of every heart a tabernacle,
A holy space,
Home to Thee,
An ark,
A Mercy seat,
Where Cherubim
Spread their wings
And constantly adore.
May heaven alight
On one who prays,
And rest on that blessed soul,
As Pentecost anew.
Across the face of the earth
Find hallowed home,
Ciborium for Thy Blood,
Chalice to cup Thy loveliness,
And priestly hands to hold Thee aloft,
To smile upon Your world in dire need.
Be, O, Bread of angels,
Ever present on Your altar,
Closer than my breath,
Friend and companion
Light and Bridegroom,
All in all,
Everywhere and everyone
Transforming,
Sinner to saint,
And temple of Your Holy Spirit.
©2012 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 