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 deepCopyright Joann Nelander
(experimental triolet)
Lord be the alpha and omega
Of my moments this day.
Be the beginning and end
Of my every thought,
Inclination and desire,
The motus primo primi
Of my life.
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Holy angels come this way.
Stop beside me as I pray.
Brighten this cave of my lowly heart.
Prepare me and this space
For the Child,
Who art God and man,
The One in Three
Who by Love
Will come to me.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Cloud of witnesses,
Faithful friends,
You who watch,
Night and day,
Pray.
By the Life of God
In you,
Help me.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 