Old Barns and Old People

Desire

How may I bring delight,

How may I gladden Thee?

Make me as music,
Playing unto my God,
In the silence of Thy Tomb.

Make me as roses,
Placed upon Thy pierced Breast,
As death silenced Thy heart.

Make me as lilies,
Opening in the Light,
Of Thy Resurrection glory.

Make me as bread in Thy Sacred Hands,
Becoming Thy Body,
To satisfy Thy hunger for souls.

Make me as wine in a chalice,
Becoming Thy Blood,
To quench Thy thirst for those in sin.

Make me as a Banquet,
Calling the hungry,
To Thy Table in repentance.

Make me as a river,
Flowing from Thy wounded Heart,
Joining Thy streams of Mercy.

Gather my desires to please Thee,
As flowers plaited as a crown,
To set upon the head of my Beloved.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Seeming

Seeming

Lord, you pass by.
A sea of hands reach for You.
Straining to its end,
Determined, one hand, truly, seems all Heart.

You pass, seeming out of reach.
From Heaven the Father sees,
And satisfies the soul’s desire.
“Who touched me?”, says the Son.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Islam’s “Human Rights”

 

Islam’s “Human Rights”

by Janet Tavakoli

  • No intelligent government

David the King: Reflections on the Spirituality of I & II Samuel – Bishop Robert Barron

A Drop in the Ocean

A drop in the ocean of the Lord,
Minuscule,
Tear-sized,
Hardly felt upon the cheek,
Brushed away
To fall into the river of Your love.

Once alone,
Barely a something,
Really “a nothing”,
A lonely singularity,
But felt upon a Heart.

The tears of others,
Conjoined,
Confusion,
Profusion,
Holy joy in headlong rush,
Whisked over rock and rubble,
Carried by unseen arms,
Pressed on
By force of a Holy Will.

Cascades’ roar arousing fear,
Bewilderment,
Mingled vigor,
Hope rises to the surface
And churns the deep.

Fate creates a splash
And a rivulet of escape,
An instant of choice,
Puddle or precipice?

I hang upon a prayer,
Borne aloft in new fall,
Truly free fall,
Onto the rushing stream,
And weeping humanity prevails.

One drop,
Now millions,
Energy,
Direction,
Momentum,
Kinetic kaleidoscope,
Mirroring Divine power.

The tide of many waters,
Convergence,
At the edge,
And then the fall,
Not like the first,
In free abandonment.

One drop,
Transformed by divine law,
Holy Obedience.
Tumultuous streams
Carve the land without,
And all within.

Fertile flood of holy tears,
Serve now His Plan,
A drop in the ocean of God.

Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander

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Joann Nelander
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