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Who really died?

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Who really died?
I never saw
The light of day.
Black descended,
Of a kind
I knew not,
And then no more….

How did I know you?
All I knew was you.
You flavored my becoming,
Your genes, my genes,
Your feelings,
Emotional rhythms,
Touching me
By blood connection.
All this,
And then no more…..

How did I feel you?
Warmth, gentle rocking
To and fro.
I felt you,
Heart-sounds
Surrounding me,
Pressing me,
Impressing me.
You whooshed at times
And hummed.
And then no more…..

How did I leave you?
I knew anguish
As once I knew you,
Your blood feeding mine,
I knew as parting,
Leaving behind mother
As gift withdrawn,
And bid goodbye.
Too young for endings,
Too soon to die,
And then no more…..

How now and by and by?
Sorrow and black
And then the Light.
New Day, as womb,
Enfolding me.
Life ending
Beginning yet again.
And I behold
The Face of God.
I live,
Knowing Love,
Yet still,
I wait for you.

Eternity has a door,
God knocks from His side,
I listen for you.
Pray but open the latch.
That you might die no more,
And free from sin,
Enter in.

There is yet more.
Who really died that day?

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Sweet Cause

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The world of men is full of accusers,
Innocent as doves in their own eyes.
Only the sinner finds a place at Your table,
Garbed, no longer in rotting rags,
But in wedding dress and festive best.

The lowly come
And are welcomed.
Choosing a place at Your feet
You invite "Come up higher".
At Your breast the disciple rests.

Hearts make merry,
While the wine of wisdom
Turns sorrow into joy,
Allowing the cross no less,
Sweet cause of happiness.

©2013 Joann Nelander

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Lord of the Centuries

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Lord of the centuries,
Knit of our pain the knots
That mysteriously arrange themselves.

Guide by unseen fingers
Each little pearl,
To form a cloth alive withYour Golden threads,
Infinitely more than happenstance or tragedy.

Each strand of Time a Mystery,
Bathed in trial and tears,
Yet rich in awe,
Resplendent in beauty,
And the gracious magnitude
Of sacrificial love.

Whole cloth,
Woven into a seamless robe,
You don in magesty,
Humble and meek in triumph o’r our graves
As Life welcomes to the Banquet,
Our souls, now clothed in bodies,
One with Your Own.

copyright 2015 Joann Nelander

Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com

That Man, Job

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That man, Job,
That sad man, Job,
That mad man, Job,
That angry man,
That suffering and troubled soul,
Behold my man, Job.

Have we not all been there?
Why, O Lord?
Am I not well-meaning,
One of the good guys,
A nice person?

Why must the Cross
Touch my life?
Am I not
Like a son to You?

With these words,
He  made me see,
“You are, indeed,
Like a Son to Me.”

Lent

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Lent is about Love,

Recognizing our lack and need.

 

Lent is about Spring,

becominf fertile grouns for Christ’s seed.

 

Lent is about Life,

Allowing the sprout to be freed.

 

Lent is about creation,

Imaging Christ in love and deed.

 

©2013 Joann Nelander

Holy Mystery of Love

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May I burn like a candle
On the altar of God.

In the mystery of fire.
May I contemplate Your Presence.

In the flame that is Love.
We exist together.

The wax of  my being is consumed,
In sacred transformation.

Enkindled, ignited and enflamed,
I Am sets me free.

Lover and beloved,
Be now All Holy Light.

copyright 2015 Joann Nelander

Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com