O Lord Our God, to whom we praise,
Our lives are filled with doubt and despair,
Our eyes, Most Holy, to You we raise,
Down on our knees, we turn to You in prayer.
When loneliness hits like a ton of bricks,
We wail and moan and gnash our teeth,
Your patience is great with our tantrums and kicks,
Your glorious love is what gives us our relief.
You want to help us, each and every day,
Our hearts and desires You will fulfill,
To follow Your path is the only way,
All You ask is that we surrender our will.
When troubles and sorrows find us, where we live,
You steal our pains and make them Your own,
We pray to You and give You our souls,
Your love warms us through flesh and bone.
You give us the strength to fight our foes,
A brave knight in shining armor of steel,
We demolish our demons and vanquish our woes,
We gain a faith and love that is real.
Your give us true peace of mind,
Through You we learn how to live,
Seeing through Your eyes we find,
The love that only You can give.
In our dreams You whisper to us,
Trust in Me and have no fear,
There is no need to stress or fuss,
Our hearts are calm when You are near.
You send us good thoughts, like rain the fall,
Into our minds You plant the seeds,
With patience You wait till they grow tall,
When the time is right, they need our needs.
We boast and boast of how we have grown,
Forgetting that You are the one most dear,
Who gives us all the good things we own,
Without Your live we would live in fear.
O Lord, Our God, our thanks we give,
We trust in You to end our strife,
Each day dear Lord, You grant new life,
For Your love, O Lord, we truly live.
April 24, 2005
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The road is long and filled with dust,
Fraught with danger, toil and woes,
To the Lord our God, in Him we trust,
We trust in Him to defeat our foes.
We thing we know our own right way,
But when our inner light begins to dim,
We run around and don't make time to pray.
And then we wonder why we can't hear Him.
With rents and mortgages and loans,
We struggle with day to pay,
And when the ends don't meet, we moan,
We lose all hope and do not pray.
We walk with Jesus, but we cannot see,
He talks to us, but we do not hear,
We rush and run and only think of 'me',
Our lives are filled with stress and fear.
To the world we are dead,
We buy and buy and still are bored,
He comes to us and breaks the bread,
Our eyes are opened and we see the Lord.
He has been there all along,
Inviting us to fish with Him,
With a love that is true and strong,
Our nets are filled to the rim.
April 10, 2005
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Every day the morning light,
Chases away the black of night,
My soul rejoices in the dance,
That today is another chance,
To jump from my grave most dear,
Of depression, anxiety and fear.
All of my doubting Thomas nights,
Evaporate with the morning light,
Worry garments, tattered and torn,
Each morning, naked I am reborn,
From His heavenly throne above,
He clothes me with capacious love.
Each night I die with sin,
He brings me back again,
A brand new slate He gives to me,
I offer Him thanks on bended knee,
With Him I have total trust,
My soul tells me that I must.
With eagerness I try and try,
Knowing when in frustration I cry,
He is there to hold my hand,
With Him by my side, I can,
I strive to please Him every day,
For me His grace goes my way.
April 3, 2005
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Lord I seek You in times of need,
I ardently pray for Your guidance,
You always answer my prayers,
And You show me the way.
I ask and ask and ask,
Your patience is infinite,
No matter the time of day,
You are always there for me.
Each time dark clouds roll in,
And thunderheads converge,
When rain the hail strike at my heart,
Your umbrella of love keeps me safe.
But when the storms have passed,
The sun comes out, the clouds dissipate,
Do I continue to seek You,
Or do I put You away for another day?
You are within my every breath,
But sometimes I only visit You
On your birthday,
Or on the anniversary of Your death.
What about Your holy days?
The days that celebrate the saints?
Days that honor Your blessed Mother?
Do I spend time with the Blessed Eucharist?
Do I say grace at meals, at home or at restaurants?
Do I get down on my knees to pray?
Is my prayer dull and apathetic?
Do I pray with my family or alone in the dark?
Wrapped up in my own life,
My time for You is on my own terms,
Movies, television, all come before You,
I live my life in my own safe little box.
Why do I always expect You to come to me?
Why do I not go out of my way to seek You?
You come to me so often, in a myriad of ways,
Yet I am too busy to see or hear You.
Lord, I do love Thee,
You know what is in my heart,
And You never question why,
I do the selfish things I do.
Lord, help me to seek You always,
Help me to praise Your Holy Name,
Every minute of every day,
May I hear You when You are seeking me.
May I pray to You with fervor,
And may my words ignite a furnace of love,
May I return a small portion of the love,
That You have for me.
March 30, 2005
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Arise. Shine for thy light is come,
and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.
Isaiah 60:1
Morning is here and the sun has risen,
Flowers raise their heads toward Him,
Birds sing their morning melodies.
Mary Magdalene sits in the garden,
She looks up and sees the sun's light,
Her sorrow immediately turns to joy.
The sleep of death is no more,
His brilliance opens the tombs,
Of all those who were asleep.
No matter how long the night,
The sun always brings His light,
And warmth to our dark days.
The disciples morn and grieve,
The sun comes to them,
They rejoice and pray.
In times of tempest and storm,
His light may be dim to us,
But our faith is Him is strong.
Walking the road to Emmaus,
The sun is hidden behind clouds,
But, it appeared to the two of them.
The light from the sun,
Illuminates our path,
And casts out our fears.
Truly the light is a sweet and a pleasant thing
it is for the eyes to behind the sun.
Ecclesiastes 11:7
March 27, 2005
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I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches,
so that all the trees of Eden that were in the garden of God envied him.
-- Ezekiel 31:9
From an unknown forest came a seedling with great promise,
Many came from far away to pay him homage,
With love from his parents, he grew tall and proud.
One day a serpent came into the forest,
And slithered up into its tree limbs,
And he whispered horrible things.
The serpent vanished, but the tree remained,
Those that had envied him now shunned him,
Some plotted behind his back, they feared him.
He was betrayed by one of his own,
Surrounded and cut down in his prime,
Abducted from his family and friends.
He was stripped of his bark,
His limbs were scourged and beaten,
And he was carved into a cross.
His fate was determined that day,
Then by the man he was meant for
And then, Simon came to help.
The soldiers laid the body of the man on him,
He felt the pain of the nails that pierced him limbs,
With a jolt, he was planted into the cold earth.
The crowd mocked and insulted them,
His heart was heavy and he held the man,
Willingly doing what he was doomed to do.
Feeling helpless and alone, he cried out,
There were two others with him,
One scoffed at him, the other praised him.
The man said, “It is finished,” and bowed His head,
The tree was desolate and wept,
For the man he held was gone.
Men came to take the body from him,
He felt cold as they gently removed the man,
Alone and naked he remained there.
Three days later, he heard a great noise,
The stories he heard where true,
The man he had held was not dead.
The tree that became the cross,
Was no longer despised or hated,
He was honored and cherished.
People flocked to see him,
To touch his raggedness,
To kiss the place he held the man.
The cross become a sign of hope,
A victory over death,
And forgiveness for all sins.
At least there is hope for a tree,
If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
and its new shoots will not fail.
-- Job 14:7
March 25, 2005
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Black suit and tie,
Blue jeans and flannel,
Apparel that conceals,
Gray fur and yellow eyes.
They prey on the vulnerable,
Helpless children and youth,
Courting by light of day,
Stalking by dark of night.
Women in bars and dark alleys,
Desperate for someone to love,
Blind to the crimson flags,
Flapping in the gale force winds.
Impeccable green lawns, in-ground pools,
Jell-O hair, tattoos and piercings,
Nameless people huddled together,
Following a dark leader.
Emotionally handicapped,
No confidence or courage,
Those untrained in their power,
Mesmerized by the flames.
Lost sheep,
Hunter and hunted,
Souls seeking solace,
Victim or victor.
God’s love unmasks demons,
His words reveal the truth,
His light contains the power,
Many lives are saved.
God’s hand touches cold hearts,
Grey fur dissolves into white wool,
Yellow eyes turn blue and pleading,
Lost lambs are brought home.
March 17, 2005
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The Good Shepherd helps me,
Each and every day,
He gives me the courage,
To offer Him my hands and feet.
The words that flow from my pen,
His grace and blessings to me,
Though my unskilled hands,
Many hear His voice.
Giving Him my feet,
He helps me to go to those,
Who suffer and hurt,
And need to feel His love.
As my eyes become His,
My vision is heightened,
To view the depth of His love,
To see His compassion for us.
God's path is not always easy,
The street is strewn with potholes,
But the rewards of this life are great,
True peace and infinite joy.
Giving myself to God's will,
Brings pure joy and happiness,
Mere words cannot describe,
The depth His love brings.
March 13, 2005
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Lost in the shuffle
Of everyday life,
God sends His light
To help me find my way.
Selfishness and greed,
More toys, more money,
More, more, more,
No time for God.
He is always there
With infinite patience,
His love bears me up,
When my feet are stuck.
When I stray from the fold,
He searches everywhere,
His persistence is great,
Patience in Him abounds.
Each time I lose my way,
With a gentle, but firm hand,
He puts me back on track,
His will is only wish.
When I reach out to Him,
He gives me the words I need,
To help others find their way,
He is our light and our beacon.
March 17, 2005
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First garden,
No pain, no sorrow,
Only peace and joy.
Half bitten apple,
Brown and soft,
Discarded by the tree.
Eyes were opened,
Naked to God,
Shame was new.
Doubt and despair,
Were born that day,
Forgiveness began.
Gardens continued,
Some flourished,
Some floundered.
Jesus came to us,
Hope sprung anew,
Flowers bloomed.
Droplets of sweat,
A deep blood red,
Fell on the flowers.
Eyes were closed,
Only Suffering was seen,
A garden of sorrow.
Let is upon us,
No flowers blood,
Dry barren deserts.
Soil is waiting,
Regenerating itself,
New seeds to be planted.
A new garden is near,
Transforming sorrow.
Into infinite joy.
We all have to suffer,
Winter and deserts,
To fully appreciate spring.
March 14, 2005
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From the top of the hill, she appeared to him,
He was but sixteen and he was afraid,
He locked his door, but could not lock his heart,
From deep within his shy soul, she spoke to him.
Floating on a cloud of white velvet, she reached down,
She laid her hands on his head and vanquished his fear,
Sweetly her words of peace and love sang to him,
Speechless and awestruck, he stood on the hill.
Her flowing dress was regal blue,
A jeweled diadem haloed over her glistening hair,
Her hands were gentle, her voice was soothing,
Beauty and radiance were her cloak.
“Why me?” he asked one day,
She smiled because she knew,
From his birth, he had been chosen,
A special gift was given that day.
Rosary and chaplets,
Mysteries contemplated,
Prayer is the bridge,
Between our world and hers.
She appears to him daily,
One of many envoys,
Bringing hope to the hopeless,
Courage to the fearful.
His path is not easy,
Traveling the world,
Sharing his life, his story,
Many times, many tongues.
Her messages are simple,
Peace to all people,
Teaching her children,
Importance of prayer.
Each place he travels,
She comes to him there,
Sharing her love and healing,
With her dearest children.
Ivan Dragičević is one of the six visionaries of Medjugorje,
where the Virgin Mary, also known as Our Lady, has been appearing since 1981.
Ivan Website
March 13, 2005
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Your love inspires me,
To write from my heart,
Baring my soul to all,
I am naked.
The depth of your love,
A well without an end,
Your passion and caring,
An overflowing cup.
Your eyes flame with passion,
A deep, bluish glow,
Long, dark, wavy hair,
Flows around your face.
Tough Callused hands,
Yet soft and gentle,
Energizer bunny legs,
Feet that never tire.
You share your smile,
With everyone you meet,
You brighten their day,
With your joyful presence.
My heart races a marathon,
Whenever you are with me,
Your heart gilded with gold,
Your compassion is boundless.
Walking together on the beach,
With moonlight shining in us.
The beating of my heart,
Stills the crashing waves.
Melding our hearts,
We make a good team.
Our love creates a bond,
That Atlas could not break.
Your love gives me courage,
Confidence and strength.
My path becomes easier,
When I walk with you.
You give meaning to my life,
My partner, my lover, my friend.
My struggles dim and fade,
When I share them with you.
This holiday is special,
No chocolates or flowers.
Just boundless joy,
And unconditional love.
You are my special Valentine,
Thoughts of you permeate my being.
You are with me day and night,
Jesus, my special Valentine.
February 27, 2005
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Half eaten apple
Shed serpent skin
God's will
Free will
Running away
Running towards
Family life
Religious life
Rejected by men
Desired by God
Holding hands
Melding hearts
Brown robes
Black tuxedoes
White gowns
Black habits
Dreams and visions
Confusion and clouds
Triangles and octagons
Driving the direction
Feasting and fasting
Outward and internal
Floods and famine
Awareness and apathy
Broken bodies
Destroyed dreams
Hidden hearts
Suffering souls
Given to God
Healed and whole
Glorious gifts
Bountiful blessings
Man's illusions
God's visions
Insignificant ant hills
Monumentous mountains
Challenges conquered
Suffering surmounted
Life without pain
Life not lived
February 6, 2005
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Loneliness creeps into my soul,
The creditors pound at my door,
The days get darker and the nights longer,
My health declines, my breath becomes labored,
I trust in God's love.
Each morning and night upon my knees I pray,
Attending Mass and receiving HIS body,
Praising the Lord in song, I sing to HIM,
Thanking HIM for all His blessings and gifts,
I trust in God's love.
Vice-like terror grips my heart,
Tumultuous tsunami sobs rush over me,
Self-ham thoughts creep into my head,
Spiral staircase despair descends downward,
I trust in God's love.
Meditation music stills my terror,
God's soothing presence dries my tears,
God's written words invoke confidence,
Peace and serenity elevate my spirits,
I trust in God's love.
The Lord is always at my side,
HE will never abandon me,
HE gives me strength and courage,
HIS lessons make me stronger,
I trust in God's love.
January 24, 2005
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Saying prayers
Helping others
Praising God.
Preparing our meals
Doing our dishes
Sustaining our spirits.
Sharing our smiles
Donation our time
Saving our soul.
Lightning bolts
Rolling thunder
God's power.
Walking our path
Listening to the trees
Easing our loneliness.
Washing our clothes
Waxing the floor
Cleansing our mind.
Teaching our children
Hearing their words
Learning about God.
Sitting at the beach
Watching the waves
Healing our broken-ness.
Moving our lawn
Chipping our hedges
Trimming our ego.
Beautiful rainbow
Pot of gold
Frankincense and myrrh.
Checking tire pressure
Examining for wear
Maintaining our balance.
Diamond studded sky
Glowing luminous moon
Loving peaceful heart.
Breathtaking sunrises
Phenomenal sunsets
God-Filled days.
Fixing the faucet
Replacing the bulb
Repairing our lives.
Slowing down our pace
Being present in our lives
Feeling God's presence
Ordinary times
Ordinary lives
Extraordinary God.
January 23, 2005
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Waking up praising God,
Going to sleep praising God,
Spending our days helping others,
Learning how to praise the Lord.
Through our beloved Marie Fitzbach,
We are given the opportunity,
To share our faith with others,
We choose Life in God the Father.
Our lives are not always easy,
Struggles and challenges are ours,
We learn to give them to God,
So HE can turn them into joy.
A fellowship of like minds,
Gathering together to pray,
Sharing the good works of the Lord,
Blessings HE has bestowed on us.
Kindness and compassion abound,
In the hearts of all members,
Peace and serenity are shared,
So that all may feel HIS love.
Our daily lives are spent,
Wordlessly teaching God's love,
To those searching for something,
To replace the sadness and despair.
As beloved sons and daughters,
We live our days and nights,
Sharing God's message of love,
With everyone we meet.
January 15, 2005
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A father is more than genetics,
He teaches us about life,
And allows us to make mistakes.
He is there when we fall,
Not only to pick us up,
But to encourage us to try again.
He is patient when we rebel,
He knows we are seeking,
The answers to our questions.
He helps us to find our path,
From the myriad of choices,
In life's daily maze.
HE helps us to find the Way,
HIS wordss are the ultimate Truth,
HE shows us the path with His Light.
All we have to do is ask HIM,
Listen closely to HIS words,
And HE will guide us.
HE provides for all our needs,
And grants our many wishes,
HE loves us unconditionally.
HE only asks one thing,
That we retrun HIS love for us,
And we call Him Abba.
January 12, 2005
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The Lord's lessons are fruitful,
Sometimes apples and oranges,
Or even a peach and a pear,
HE finds ways to teach us
The meaning behind the words.
A banana yellow like the sun,
Cherries as red as our blood,
Green is the color of Granny Smiths,
Purple gra]es too long on the vine,
Turn into raisins with the noon-day sun.
Parables and plalms from the Bible,
Have many lessons to teach us,
Sometimes we feel like the disciples,
We do not understand their meanings,
A puzzle with pieces missing.
We peel back the layers,
Looking beyond the obvious,
Reading the passages aloud,
We bite into the words,
Trying to savor their meaning.
We slowly digest the text,
As we process each word,
Juices flow into our hands,
The pulp becomes mush,
Seeds begin to germinate.
Our persistence pays off,
The seeds soon bear fruit,
Our understanding grows,
We see the lesson behind the words,
God's love is the answer.
January 12, 2005
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Mother left when I was two.
Game back for visits until I was ten.
Then they stopped.
Never really knew my father.
He had no time for me.
Fast cars and fast women were his thing.
Gram was a perfectionist
She wanted a dainty girlie girl.
I was a clumsy clod.
Peers made fun of me.
I lived with grandparents.
I was adopted.
My first ex was abusive.
First verbally, then physically.
She moved in the week after I left.
My second discarded me.
Dumped like yesterday's garbage.
She moved in before my stuff was even gone.
Shyness is my defense
Solitude is my companion.
God knows my pain.
March 31, 2004
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Convict in solitary confinement
Nun in a cloistered cell
One sits in total darkness
The other bathed in God's light.
Selfish
Selfless
Totally alone
Surrounded by angels.
Lonely and afraid
Strong and courageous
Frustrated and weak
Contented and free.
At times I am both
Alone by circumstance
Lonely by choice
Deaf to God's plan.
December 26, 2004
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They that hope in the Lord will renew their strength,
they will soar as with eagles. (Isaiah 40:31)
He left a week before Christmas. I felt abandoned
and alone. No tree. No holiday celebration. Even
Santa deserted me.
A solitary winter scene, only partially covers
the spot on the wall where our picture once hung.
Where did the happiness go, the laughter and
the fun? He said it was all a mistake. He
guesses he never really loved me after all.
He used to give me money to ease his
guilt. But he has moved on. He has
found someone else. I am just a bad
dream that he woke up from.
As hard as I try, memories of him still
filter through the wall I constructed
with mud and tears. Each time I try to
mortar the holes, a flood of new ones
come crashing through.
I try to accept my life. Struggling seems
to be my lot. Loneliness and I are friends.
I try to replace my pain with prayers,
turning to HIM when I'm low. My pain
and suffering are nothing compared to
the cross he chose to bear.
I miss having someone to talk to. The nights
are an endless long, dark, dreary road. My
heart tells me there is a light, but my eyes
can not see it.
Holiday are the most difficult. I become a volunteer at
Thanksgiving. At Christmas I become the
third wheel, who watches while friends open
their cornucopia of gifts, as I clasp my token
present and smile.
New Years Eve is by far the worse. I feel
like a salt shaker with no pepper. A ying with
no yang. A soul without a soul mate.
I know a change is coming. It feels close. I
need more time. I still have a hole the size
of Texas in my heart. And I don't even like
country music.
There is hope. Christmas proclaims a new
beginning. The birth of a baby in a manger.
"He has sent me to bring glad tidings to the
lowly, to heal the brokenhearted." HE is
our liberator, our redeemer, our hope.
This year is almost over. A new one is
almost here. St. Paul prayed, "May the
God of hope fill you with all joy and peace."
May his words of hope and encouragement
help me this coming year.
December 24, 2004
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Hope, a beautiful structure,
Tall and glorious,
Silver and shining,
Reflecting God's love.
A solid foundation,
Built on prayer,
Young and old,
Alone or in groups.
Prayers constructed
From bricks and mortar,
Molded together
With tears of suffering.
Sturdy steel beams
Braised together
With the flame and fire
Of unending God's love.
Strong, powerful floors,
Able to support many souls,
Created by puissant prayers,
The virtuous and the sinful.
Stained glass windows,
Bringing in God's light,
Shining on His creatures,
On bended knees they pray.
A structure built,
On hope and faith,
Towering over all others,
A tribute to His love.
July 30, 2005
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Loneliness is your constant companion
Disconnectedness and despair travel with him
Insidiously they become one
He comes to you.
Abandoned and alone
Consolation and pity
Justification and vindication
He comes to you.
He never leaves your side
Never take the spotlight
Always listens
He comes to you.
Waiting for happiness who promised to visit
Waiting for the phone and never rings
Waiting for the mail that was never sent
He comes to you.
Fire engine red eyes
Dough boy puffy face
Empty economy tissue box
He comes to you.
In the crowded room
Everyone talking and laughing
Wanting to dissolve into the wallpaper
He comes to you.
Sitting home alone
TV and radio blaring
To mask the deafening sound of silence
He comes to you.
Living in a fantasy world
Not wanting to wake from the dream
Holding on with a death-like grip
He comes to you.
After years of struggle
One day the sun comes out
You realize someone else is there
HE comes to you.
He has been waiting for you to call HIS name
So He can tell you how much He loves you
Completing and unconditionally
HE comes to you.
Over time loneliness fades away
Skulking out of sight
Replaced by a stronger presence
HE comes to you.
God is your constant companion
Peace and joy travel with him
Miraculously they become one.
HE comes to you.
December 23, 2004
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Neighbor war of lights
Santa, Frosty, Pooh and Tigger
Blinding lights, flashing and spinning.
Shopping malls and stores
Sardines in a can
Headless chickens running about.
Feverishly checking lists
Assembly lines of bags and boxes
Covered with paper, ribbons and bows.
Rushing, rushing, rushing
Parties and office gatherings
Critical confection consumption.
Holiday attire essential
Red vests and green gowns
Santa suits and elf shoes.
Merry music and choral tunes
Non-stop on every frequency
Hit and run reindeer to white and blue weather.
Time to question the purpose
Meaning behind the season
Lost in the garland and tinsel.
Forgo the trappings
Focus not on the presents
But on HIS presence.
HE is the celebration
HIS coming in our joy
HIS love permeates our hearts.
Go to HIS house
Attend HIS birthday celebration
Show HIM how much you care.
Give gifts in HIS name
To friends and strangers alike
To those wealthy in all but money.
Frankincense, gold and myrrh
Metaphors for gifts of value
Gifts that money cannot buy.
Through HIM will we find
A truly glorious holiday
Filled with peace and joy.
December 19, 2004
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Rhyme and rhythm
Lines and stanzas
Words on a page
Given by God.
Metaphors and meters
Sonnets and symbolism
Conveying God's message
To those who want to hear.
Poetry and prose
Psalm and proverbs
Blessings from above
Through the hands of a poet.
Words that create
Pictures in the mind
Feelings given sight
Thoughts made clear.
God's inspirations are numerous
Nature in all its glory
People whose very presence
Give meaning to the words.
Giving substance to God's words
Getting past the fear
Sharing them with others
Given so that all may hear.
HIS gift is for everyone
Those who inspire
Those who write
Those who listen.
Message of hope
Feeling of oneness
God's message is clear
Love is everywhere.
December 11, 2004
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Fragrance of lavender and lilies
Hint of spring in the wintry breeze
A face in cotton ball clouds
Reflections in the glassy pond's surface
Strength in the mighty oak
Tenderness in the translucent tulip
Happiness in the songbirds' melody
Sadness in the weeping willow
Treasure in the sparkling snowflakes
Dropping down from heaven
Warmth in cold hearts
Hidden like diamonds in coal
Patience of naked tress
Confident their bare arms will be covered
Dry winter grass
Certain it will be lush and tall
Shadows in the moonlight
No beginning and no end
Shadows in the sunlight
Mimicking every move
Gentle babbling brook
Shifting stones beneath the surface
Sunshine behind the rain
Radiant rainbow on display
Unconditional love
From the puppy's eyes
Maternal love
Mother first sees her child
Tears and pain
Loss of a loved one
Anger and rejection
An abandoned child
Music from an instrument
Lovingly played
Words on a page
Placed there by a poet
Father Thou Art Everywhere
In people, places and things
But most importantly, YOU are in me
In my breath, in my blood, in my body
December 10, 2004
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I have no home.
No close family or friends.
Yet many know me.
In my quest to find myself,
I have touched many lives.
Much have I learned.
My life has been happy.
Even through the pain and sorrow,
My heart is filled with joy.
Each person on my path,
Has shared in my growth.
We both have changed.
I look forward to each new day.
Each one is a new beginning.
No closed doors, only happy memories.
This is not the life I would have chosen.
But when we ask to do God's will.
He gives us the courage we need.
November 28, 2004
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HE collects garbage.
From city streets.
From country lanes.
HE gathers it all.
The dirty and downtrodden.
The ejected and elderly.
The sick and sorrowful.
The mistreated and misunderstood.
The rejects of society.
Those shunned by others.
Those thought to be unworthy.
Those no one wants.
The divorcees and spinsters.
The unadoptable children.
The lepers and AIDS victims.
The scarred and beaten.
HE recycles and repairs.
Garbage into glory.
Worthless into worthwhile.
Shunned into shining.
Text-less green stamp books.
Redeemed into something of value.
Green maple, oak and elm leaves.
Transformed into vibrant hues.
Dented and tarnished pennies.
Shinned bright and new.
Shattered glass vase.
Transformed into a glass angel.
Love is all HE asks.
That we see HIM in everyone.
Because HE loves all his children.
Completely and unconditionally.
December 28, 2003
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A single thread wound round and round,
Woven from many hopes and dreams,
Watered with suffering and sorrows,
Held together with God's love.
Within their silken world they live,
Wrapped up in the safety of their lives,
Blind to the oppression and suffering,
Deaf to the silent sobs of the poor.
In the darkness they live each day,
Working and playing, their lives complete,
Unaware of a world outside,
Men, women and children who need help.
There comes a light, very dim at first,
But for those who are drawn to it,
It becomes brighter and brighter,
It warms their cold hearts and souls.
As they struggle towards the light,
Leaving behind the life they knew,
Their courage grows and they are not afraid,
Confident and sure, they press on.
The threads are burst and they emerge,
Their eyes open and adjust to the light,
Stretching arms and legs with their new freedom,
Never realizing the changes that have occurred.
Closer to God than ever before,
HE is with them helping them along,
As they share their gifts and talents,
Unaware of the beauty God has given them.
With multicolored wings they fly,
Unaware they share with others,
God's wonderful grace and mercy,
As they spend their life doing God's work.
April 24, 2004
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Learning about God,
Baby steps,
Reading His words,
Walking the path.
Pitfalls and pot holes,
Construction and wrong turns,
Miles and miles,
Hills and valleys.
Loneliness and pain,
Skinned knees and arms,
Doubt and despair,
Solitude and isolation.
Praying the Rosary,
Sinister silence,
Chapel and church,
Whispered words.
Losing the rhythm,
Falling behind,
Wanting to quit,
Unable to go on.
Sunshine and shadows,
Head-on winds,
Clouds and confusion,
Unanswered prayers.
Hands outstretched,
Cups of water,
Drinking and dousing,
Refreshing and renewing.
Strength regained,
With God's help,
Rhythm returns,
Skies clear.
February 20, 2004
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Baby sea turtles, hatched and racing,
towards the sea,
Child unwanted and unloved, reaching out,
for arms to hold her.
Helpless and hopeful, knowing God,
confident HE is there.
The God of my rock; in Him will I trust;
He is my shield and the strength of
my salvation, my refuse, my Savior.1
Spotted fawn lying in the field,
waiting for a mother taken by
a poacher.
Solitary teenager, unable to
connect with peers,
lost and alone.
When the waves of death encompassed me,
the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.2
Lone eagle, soaring in the sky,
searching for a soul made,
Young adult, cruising the bars,
looking for love.
In my distress I called upon the Lord,
and cried to my God; and He did hear
my voice out of His temple, and my
cry did enter into His ears.3
Grizzly bear sick with fever,
attacks him mate.
Domestic violence destroys
a marriage sanctified by God.
He delivered me from my strong
enemy, and from them that hated me,
for they were too strong for me.4
Canadian goose, without a mate,
joins a community and finds her voice,
Young woman connects with a church and
becomes part of their choir.
And that bringeth me forth from mine
enemies, thou also has lifted me up on
high above them that rose up against me,
thou hast delivered me from the violent man.5
Fellowship of prairie dogs welcome a
weak and worn soul into their society.
Affiliates and sisters welcome a
newcomer into their group.
The Lord liveth; and blessed be my rock,
and exalted by God of the rock
of my salvation.6
1 2 Samuel 22:3
2 2 Samuel 22:5
3 2 Samuel 22:7
4 2 Samuel 22:18
5 2 Samuel 22:49
6 2 Samuel 22:47
February 20, 2004
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Illusion that dives headlong into the mind,
Swept away by impulsive thoughts,
Emotionally shanghaied,
Lost at sea
Sightless yes from Love's sun,
Shining off shimmering seas,
Lighthouse beam, strong and bright,
Searching through darkness and fog.
Fog horns, deep and probing,
Cutting through the silence,
Which one is real,
Which is the echo.
Liquid arms, soft and gentle,
Helping us to float along,
Holding us up, when we start
To sink into Love's dark depths.
Web-like feet, powerful and agile,
Keeping our balance,
Leaving a trail of white foam,
As we advance along.
Swimming in circles, no land in sight,
Treading water, sinking, swimming,
Forwards, back, towards, away,
No direction, no focus.
Voice from above,
Supporting and guiding,
Hope for the hopeless,
Courage for the fearful.
Land is sighted,
We crawl onto the beach,
The island seems deserted,
We start walking.
Feburary 6, 2005
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