Purple Poetry Path
Volume 3
Lord Jesus You wait for us every day,
To come to Your table of grace,
As a servant waits on his master,
You give us food and drink.
Your love for us is immeasurable,
Your patience is never ending,
As You wait for us each day,
To partake of Your Body and Blood.
Your sacrifice for us was supreme,
Your blessings are boundless,
All You ask of us in return,
Is to love your neighbor as ourselves.
We have so much to be thankful for,
Your favors for us as infinite,
Each day Your table beckons,
You honor us with Your presence.
Every day is a day to give thanks,
For all the blessings You give,
As we bow our heads in prayers,
You bestow on us Your love and grace.
November 20, 2005
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No, the fire kindled among us by His love will never lose its flame.
The gifts given to us by our Lord,
Are truly great and glorious,
His love for us is never ending,
For no matters how much wind and rain,
Pours down upon our unhappy heads,
His love for us will never diminish.
His light within us will always burn bright,
Illuminating the shadows that darken our spirit,
His joy will torch our grief and sorrow,
We will bask in the warmth of His love.
Sickness and health will never get us down,
For the fervor of His love will make us well,
We will never hunger or thirst,
For He provides both food and drink,
Our inner flame will never die,
For with Him, we will always live.
1Marie Josephte Fitzbach
November 20, 2005
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We take and we take and give nothing back,
O Lord Jesus, how patient You are,
You love us despite our selfish ways,
You have faith one day we will change.
You attempt to open our incredibly blind eyes,
To see the poor and hungry right in front of us,
But we push right past You,
In ragged clothes, begging for food.
You try to open our unbelievably deaf ears,
To hear the cries of the helpless and the needy,
But their screams of agony and grief,
Are drowned out by the sound of our own voices.
We donate money to the church,
Only when it is convenient for us,
We contribute a can or a box of food,
When it is something we do not want.
We attend church every Sunday,
But do we apply the lessons we hear,
Or do we just stampede out the door,
When the service has ended.
The Lord is truly patient,
He waits for us to come to Him,
He never begs for our love,
He willingly accepts what we have to give.
He wants us to give our love freely,
Not because we owe Him,
But because we truly are thankful,
That He gave us His life for us.
November 20,2005
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Spending time with the Lord,
Sitting in His presence,
At the tabernacle of love.
Being with Him in the silence,
Hearing His soundless messages,
Flowing into our humble hearts.
He comes to us when we ask,
His love pervades our being,
He fills us with peace and joy.
When our hearts sing His praises,
His love fills our souls,
When we come to Him joyfully,
He shares His wisdom with us,
Without His love we are lonely,
With Him we feel complete.
His presence gives us perseverance,
He gives us the strength,
To overcome all our adversities.
To acknowledge our weaknesses,
To leap the hurdles in our path,
He gives us the courage we need,
To use our gifts and talents,
And to share them with others.
He opens our eyes to show us,
How to blaze a new trail,
He is the light that shines,
Through the fog.
The love of God saves us,
From a life of sin and sorrow,
He is the truth and the light,
The only one we ever need.
November 13, 2005
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My Dearest Lord,
Open my eyes so I can see,
What Your desire is for me,
Open my ears to hear Your voice,
That I may make the right choice.
Into the future I am peeking,
Help me to find what I am seeking,
My hear head is weary and dazed,
With Your wonder may I be amazed.
Help me to stop all this guessing,
To understand your great blessing,
Give me the wisdom and the grace,
Help to discern my prefect place.
I place my total trust in You,
Help me to find the path that's true.
November 1, 2005
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The rush of wind as the door slams,
Feelings of sorrow and fear,
As the life we know is gone forever,
And as our breathless excitement grows,
We patiently wait for the new doors to open,
Our values and truths are deeply hidden,
Drowned out by our ego's
Constant vociferous voice,
With its ceaseless need for attention,
And its smothering possessiveness.
The many masks we wear,
Our protection from probing eyes,
And the flash of lights and cameras,
From the judgments of those we know,
And the disdain from the strangers we meet,
We keep our real self, hidden from view.
As we wait for our soul to speak,
Those secret words without sounds,
An inner knowing and trusting,
That grants us the courage we need,
For our spirit to face potential combat.
And when we unveil our true self,
Allowing other to see the real us,
Hoping they accept who we really are,
The bricks of our façade,
Fall like autumn leaves,
Floating softly to the ground.
When we place our complete trust in God,
He is always there for us,
His mercy and grace hold us up,
And we open our hearts to Him,
He shows us our purpose in life.
November 1, 2005
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God gives us many gifts,
A morning sky scattered with white pillows,
An evening night with sparkling diamonds,
Cuddly soft carpets of plush green grass,
Melodious birds singing sweet songs of love,
Plentiful fields of fragrant flowers,
Bright silver stones shinning in gentle streams,
A golden sun, bright and warm,
A baby's soft laughter and cooing,
The new colt's teetering first steps,
The slow jerky gait of an aged parent,
A wet puppy's cold nose as it nuzzles your hand,
Wonderful balmy breezes on a cool evening.
God gives us many blessings,
Bondage to experience freedom,
Tears to ease our grief,
Hunger to save us from gluttony,
Parental discipline to help us grow,
Loss to learn about love,
Trials and tribulations to give us compassion,
Physical tests to show us our strength,
Fears and phobias to create courage,
Humility to deflate our egos,
Poverty so that we might know wealth,
Pain so we can heal,
And sorrow to teach us about joy.
October 30, 2005
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Weary and worn from traveling,
We stop to take an accounting,
Of the roads and paths we've taken,
All the wrong turns and detours,
The slow stop-and-go traffic,
And fast interstate cruising speeds,
Over the years and the many miles,
With vehicles of all shapes and colors,
A motorcycle for those solo trips,
A compact car for taking others along,
And the full-sized pick-up truck,
For carrying those really big loads.
Our adventures have been diverse,
With enthusiastic starts and jolting stops,
Some on smooth, newly paved roads,
Other on rough roads ripped up by construction,
We willingly follow all the road signs,
To both our planned and unplanned stops.
God has been our daily guide,
Helping us along the way,
Supporting us when our choices,
Have taken us off our personal path,
He shares with us the sun and stars,
To help us find our way back.
Using the gifts that God gives us,
And accepting our earthly limitations,
We discover that path we are seeking,
And as our journey turns us inward,
We find our true way home to God.
October 25, 2005
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Driving down the street,
Past the homeless person,
Standing on the curb,
Wanting to cross the street,
But no one will stop.
Sitting on a park bench,
Across from the office building,
Watching all the worker bees,
Buzzing in and out the doors,
Dark suits carrying briefcases.
Standing in the checkout line,
Reading about alien sightings,
Mesmerized by the candy and gum,
Oblivious to the faceless people,
Who scan and bag our purchases.
Saying our morning prayers,
Our Father, Who Art in Heaven,
Mumbling the words we all know,
Monotonous, lifeless voices,
With no feeling behind the words.
He is with us every day,
Standing on the curb,
Wearing and suit and tie,
Scanning and bagging,
And listening to our prayers.
We need to help those in need,
And smile to all our neighbors,
Open our eyes and see the world,
And hear what He is telling us,
As we pray with a fiery passion.
October 20. 2005
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Each day the invitation comes,
We are invited to the feast,
To dine with the Lord, Our God,
We make plans to attend.
Fancy colorful cell phone and pages,
All ringing, vibrating and playing music,
Interrupting our spiritual meditation,
Office crisis or unscheduled meetings.
We come to church each Sunday morn,
A thousand thoughts on our minds,
The dinner meal and preparations,
The afternoon sports game.
God is patience personified,
He waits and waits for us,
For those few stolen moments,
Between our busy, hectic thoughts.
In the quiet second of time,
God is there with us,
Waiting to speak to us,
To guide our faltering steps.
For in times of trouble,
He is always there,
We pray for His guidance,
He gives us strength and hope.
He does not reproach us,
He is only saddened,
For those times we forget Him,
Or choose others over Him.
He calmly waits for us,
To accept His invitation,
To be fully present at the feast,
Of Our Lord and God.
October 2, 2005
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The Lord gives to His people,
Vines that produce a multitude of grapes,
Some turn grapes into vine,
Wine to be shared at His table.
Some hoard their grapes,
Waiting for just the right time,
Others leave them on the vine,
To rot and turn brown from neglect.
The Lord sends His servants to us,
We ignore them or send them away,
Stone them with our apathy,
Or ridicule and despise them.
Each time He sends new servants,
We reject and repeal them,
Keeping His grapes to ourselves,
Believing they belong to us.
In desperation He sends His only Son,
To collect the grapes we have grown,
A few see Him for who He really is,
They love Him and follow Him.
Others refuse to acknowledge Him,
Greed and avarice consume their hearts,
They scorn Him and crown His with thorns,
Hanging Him on a cross for all to see.
The choice is ours to make,
We can spit on the grapes He gives us,
And try to make our own wine,
Or we can give our praise to the Master.
October 2, 2005
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Every man according as he purposeth in his heart,
so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity;
for God loveth a cheerful giver.1
Dearest Lord,
Your sacrifice for us was great,
You died on the cross,
You gave Your life for us.
Please give us the courage,
In this world of selfishness and greed,
To be more like You.
Help me to give of myself,
To share the talents I have,
The gift You have blessed me with.
Give me the strength,
To give freely and willingly,
To stop hoarding my time.
Give me the understanding,
To ignore my pride and ego,
To surrender my wants and do Your will.
Guide my steps and my actions,
Help me to contribute,
In however I am needed.
Give me the wisdom,
To see the importance,
Of helping my neighbor.
Give me the compassion,
To help us all become,
One Catholic Family
1 2 Corinthians 9:77
September 18, 2005
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Loving Him above all people, places and things,
Giving up our selfish all about me behaviors,
Forgiving our friends and loving our foes
Striving to know Him with a fiery passion.
Trusting He knows what is best for us,
Giving our lives to Him wholeheartedly,
Reading His Words each and every day,
Being still and listening for His voice.
Drawing beautiful flowers and trees,
Writing love letters and poems to Him,
Thinking of Him morning, noon and night,
Saying endless unrehearsed prayers.
Singing and praising His name,
Every moment of the day,
Doing something nice for someone,
Expecting nothing in return.
Asking Him to be our umbrella,
When storms rain down on us,
Seeking the safety of His love,
When our fears overcome us.
Feeling the warm summer breeze,
Gently caressing our face,
Seeing the Son shining down,
Upon all those who love Him.
August 28, 2005
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Give yourselves to God,
Your whole heart and soul,
Not because you have to,
But because you want to.
Taking up your cross,
Not in a public show,
But in a private way,
Following your path.
Abolish pride from your being,
Conquer your fear of change,
Greet your newly made self,
As one who pleases God.
He gave us His only Son,
To prove His love for us,
In turn we can show Him,
We worship for Him alone.
Trust that God is with us,
Every single step of the way,
He will give us the strength,
To worship Him in a new way.
August 28, 2005
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O Magnify the Lord with me
and let us exalt His name together1
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
Three all together as one,
Saint Andre, Joseph and Mary,
Three churches together as one.
No longer separate entities,
But one Catholic family,
NO more yours and mine,
All together as one.
Build by a community of faith,
To worship God the Father,
Churches do not belong to people,
They are on loan from Him.
When we trust in His vision,
He makes our lives more fruitful,
His goodness is unimaginable,
Three trees on a hill,
dreaming their dreams.
Love thy neighbor as they self,
New people and new possibilities,
As we all open our arms and hearts,
And follow the will of God.
As we pray together as one family
We are united in our love for God,
And we become a caring community,
All together as one.
1 Psalm 34:3
August 21, 2005
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Mary, our Blessed Mother,
Mother of Jesus the Lord,
Assumed both body and soul.
He brought you up to Heaven.
He was Your precious Son,
With loving hands you raised Him,
And in return for that love,
He raised you into Heaven.
Dearest Mary, we honor you,
On this your Feast of Assumption,
We praise your holy name,
To you we call you Mother.
With rosaries and chaplets,
We thank you for your love,
To the mother of our Lord,
We, your children pray.
August 14, 2005
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Through many years of childlessness,
You continued to pray and hope,
No envy of those with children,
No self-pity or complaining.
Your faith is God was great,
In Him you gave your trust,
That His will, not yours be done.
Your belief in Him was strong.
One day God's light shown down,
You conceived and were with child,
Praises to the Lord filled your home,
The joys of motherhood were yours.
Little did you know,
The child you carried inside,
Was destine to become,
The Mother of our Lord.
The child was born and named Mary,
And with gentleness and kindness,
You taught her how to love,
All of those here on earth.
With her you shared the stories,
Of God and His great plan,
That one day He would come,
And take away all our sins.
Grandmother of our Lord,
To you we praise and give thanks,
For the love you gave to Mary,
She now gives to us.
August 14, 2005
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The lonely observations,
Of a cyclist and the road,
The twists and turns,
And the hills and valleys.
Whether it is twenty miles or forty miles,
It is spinning wheels and endless roads,
As the space less time stops,
And peace and quiet prevail.
Some days the road is clear,
The wind is at your back,
Other days it is strewn with obstacles,
As you fight a fierce head wind.
Some days the ride is slow,
The hills are steep and unending,
Other days you burn up the road,
As you pedal as without a chain.
The many cars and trucks that pass by,
Have no idea what they are missing,
The smell of flowers, the lovely view,
Nature itself is up close and personal.
God's presence is there,
Amidst the wind and the sun,
He protects all the travelers,
Directing all those on the road.
He gives strength and courage,
To those traveling tough roads,
Guiding us around the potholes,
And giving us the endurance to persevere.
We all have our personal struggles,
The cracks and crevices of our lives,
With God's love and patience,
We journey on the road to His heart.
August 13, 2005
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An inner voice calls from the heart,
Insistently urging a path for us to take,
A way that belongs to us alone,
All of our hopes and dreams,
Unveiled from the depth of our soul,
In a way we never foresaw.
All the days of our life,
Come together as one,
The reason for the strife,
Come clear one bright day,
As the pieces fall into place,
We see the puzzle of our life,
All laid out on the table.
This mist has cleared,
Our mind is clear,
Our heart is one,
We are not afraid,
The Lord walks with us.
We recognize His voice,
It is He who is calling,
We willingly follow Him,
Wherever He bids us,
Our love for Him is great,
His love for us is unconditional.
We ask no questions,
And we trust in His wisdom,
Confident HE know what is best,
He knows our fears and failures,
He helps us to learn and grow,
We are His servants and students.
Through Him we become stronger,
As we help our friends and neighbors,
Each day we make better choices,
By learning to listen to His voice,
Telling us how much He loves us.
Calling to those He holds most dear,
He helps us to encourage others,
Who are unable to hear His voice,
So, HE shares with us the message,
That He wants all the world to know,
The truth about how much,
He dearly loves all His children.
August 11, 2005
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Each morning we wake to a crossroads,
A choice of which road to take,
Ignoring the voice within,
We take the well-worn path,
Afraid of the path less traveled.
Confident we know the road ahead,
We drive the bus of our dreams,
Ignoring the many warnings signs,
As we crawl through the darkness.
Seeking the light we drive on,
Hesitantly approaching each corner,
Hoping the light we seek is close at hand,
Lost and alone, we cry out for help.
A street lamp clicks on and we can see,
Driving under its spiritual glow,
The fog lists and the road is clear,
We recognize the road we need to take.
The street signs are beckoning,
The road is paved and smooth,
Bright lights are all around us,
Our way is finally obvious.
People along the way smile and wave,
We are no longer afraid,
Stalwart and brave we drive on,
Knowing we are on the right road.
Being an explorer and adventures takes courage,
As we willingly follow an invisible faith,
And with God at our side, we boldly travel,
On a road constructed just for us.
August 11, 2005
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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,
Molder together,
With tears of suffering.
Study steel beams,
Braised together,
With the flame and fire,
Of God's unending 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,
Of hope and faith,
Towering over all others,
A tribute to His love.
July 30, 2005
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Why spend your money for what is not bread;
your wages for what fails to satisfy?1
We spend and spend and spend,
New cars, new boats, new homes,
New upgrades and better models,
Toss out the old and focus on the new.
Keeping up with the 'Jones.'
Each day new things flash before us,
Television and radio ads glitter and sparkle,
Tempting us with the new and improved.
As an overweight society, we eat and eat,
We hunger for food, we are never satisfied,
No fat, no sugar, no carbohydrates,
Created so we can have more and more.
Happiness evades us as we search and search,
We seek it in stores, in people and in things,
Never realizing that true peace and joy,
Can only come from God, the Almighty.
However, it too, comes with a price,
That no amount of money can buy,
The cost of God's love is great,
It requires our heart and our soul.
Once we relinquish our will to God,
Our hunger and thirst forever disappear,
Each day He feeds us and quenches our thirst,
With the true happiness and joy,
That we find only in Him.
1Isaiah 55:22
July 25, 2005
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Full of flaws, chipped and discarded,
Lying alone on a bed of sand,
Picked up one hot summer day,
By one who left no tracks in the sand.
He treasured the little white pearl,
So beaten and forlorn,
He gave it a new life,
He made it is own.
Over time the pearl grew strong,
With caring love and tenderness,
Its chips were repaired,
Its flaws were forgiven.
The little pearl loved its mater,
From the teacher it learned,
It became shiny and new,
A true beauty to behold.
Like the pearl, our Father loves us,
Each day He makes us brand new,
With His love , we become radiant,
To Him, we are all priceless pearls.
July 25, 2005
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Feeling completely helpless,
Wandering aimlessly about,
No direction, no guidance,
Needing to do something,
Anything,
No clue where or how to start.
Pharaoh's army is at their backs,
The Red Sea is in front of them,
They have nowhere to turn,
Trapped,
Desperate and afraid,
They look to Moses.
Moses prayed to God,
Then he stood back and waited,
God parted the Red Sea,
God saved the Israelites,
And all they needed to do,
Was to just believe in Him.
When we are pushed against a wall,
With no place to turn,
Nowhere to run,
All we need to do is,
Stand back and pray,
And God will come to save us.
We need to Let Go, Let God
Stop trying to drive the bus,
God has a divine plan,
He knows what is best for us,
The best thing we can do is,
Get out of the way!
July 18, 2005
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Dressed in white,
Leading the lost,
To the Holy Shepherd,
As they follow His path,
Over the rocky terrain,
Into lush green pastures.
Sharing serene smiles and heartfelt hugs,
With bright, dancing, caring eyes,
Luminous with the love of Jesus,
And gentle hands, strong and loving,
Joined together in prayers,
Held out to those in need.
Preaching by example,
Teaching the young and old,
The wonders of the Lord,
Giving their precious times,
Sharing their plentiful bounty,
With friends and strangers alike.
Sharing His glorious good news,
His love is free to all,
His compassion for those in pain,
His soothing presence to the lonely,
A powerful abiding faith,
Their gift to all they meet.
Courageous women with enduring hope,
A peace and serenity all want to emulate,
Giving comfort to those less fortunate,
Selflessness and kindness overflowing,
Willingness to follow Him,
Wherever He calls them to go.
July 18, 2005
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Some seek material riches,
Bars of the finest gold,
Frankincense and myrrh,
Coins to count and recount,
Their money is kept in banks.
Others pursue a degree,
An educational title,
Spending time and money,
Studying and learning,
Their treasure comes from books.
While others desire a well paying position,
To satisfy their needs,
Staying ahead of the 'Jones,'
The newest and the best,
Their wealth lies with the golden key.
No matter our form of fortune,
Our life is still a struggle,
As we seek to overcome,
The toils and strife of life,
To find our pearl of happiness.
Over and over we dive,
Looking for the biggest one,
Throwing back the dull ones,
The ones too small to keep,
Determined to find the best.
Our pearl is right in front of us,
If we would only open our eyes,
God and His heavenly kingdom,
Is patiently waiting for us,
White and shining for all.
July 18, 2005
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You have chosen me and I am honored,
I give myself totally to Your love,
Your peace calms my searching soul,
Your presence fulfills my every desire.
Please accept my weak, but vivacious voice,
As it sings Your wondrous praises,
Guide my hand to write Your words,
So that all may understand Your parables.
Direct my feet to follow Your path,
You have destined me to travel,
Help me to use my hands,
To assist those in need.
Open my eyes that I may truly see,
The beauty of all Your creations,
Heal my heart so it may hear the cries,
Of those reaching out to You.
Give me the strength to share Your love,
With those who so desperately need it,
They live their lives in darkness,
Aching for a glimpse of Your light.
May my small, fragile faith in You,
Give others the hope,
To turn to Your love,
My Lord and My God.
July 17, 2005
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Seeds in abundance we receive from the gardener,
Packaged with loving and caring hands,
He blesses us with many varieties,
Faith, hope and love to name a few.
With the waters of baptism,
We nourish those tiny seeds,
Sprinkled throughout our heart,
They find a home to quietly grown.
Whether we wear our heart on our sleeve,
Or sheltered and hidden from view,
Those tiny seeds within our heart,
Help us to become who we are.
Some seeds survive and others do not,
Depending on the nature of our heart,
The depth of our heart,
And the soil beneath the surface.
Some hearts are torn and twisted,
Broken from the trials of life,
Their seeds choked by thorns,
Of pain and suffering.
Some hearts and cold and frigid,
Lonely and afraid they shiver,
Their seeds stuck in the tundra,
Waiting for the sun.
Other hearts are happy and joyful,
Their soil is deep and rich,
Their seeds grow healthy and strong,
Faith, hope and love in abundance.
The gardener loves all his gardens,
Those living with thorns of pain,
Whose screams and moans,
Drown out his loving words.
And for those cold and alone,
Their eyes glazed with fear,
They shiver and shake,
Unable to see his sun.
The gardener patiently waits,
Each day as new seeds are sown,
He helps our hearts prepare the soil,
To nurture those tender seeds.
With His help our hearts will heal,
The barren places become fertile,
The tundra warms and becomes rich,
The seeds find a solid home.
The gardener rejoices in the hearts,
No longer blinded by the cold,
No longer deaf to His loving words
They multiply and bring forth fruit.
July 10, 2005
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The road crew came to repair the road,
They filled in the potholes with sand and stone,
And covered it over with a layer of hot tar,
Stomping on it and packing it down,
Then they moved on.
The cars drove by, passing over it day after day,
With no concern for its care or upkeep,
Each car that drove by took a piece of it,
Soon the frost heaved up another pothole,
Making the road rough and uneven once again.
Vulnerable to all who passed, it lay exposed,
The road crew was busy attending to other roads,
Alone and damaged, it waited with faith and hope,
That someone would come to repair the damage,
Caused from months of neglect and indifference.
God looked down upon the deserted road,
His love melted the cold hard frost heaves,
Bright sun shone in the deep, dark pothole,
Rain came and sand flowed into its depths,
The wind pushed and prodded until it was level.
The road was smooth and even once again,
But no one came to travel its lonely lane,
The future looked dark and dim,
With faith and hope the road calmly waited,
Knowing that God's love would prevail.
One day a car appeared on the horizon,
Followed by another and then another,
Slowly and surely the road was back,
This time the travelers were more respectful,
Taking their time and appreciating the journey.
July 3, 2005
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Many waters can not quench love,
Neither can the floods drown it.1
Jesus and Mary are not statues,
Idols to be worshipped,
Their presence is real in our lives,
Therefore, our love for them must be real,
It must be passionate and genuine.
They want to teach us about love,
A love that grows and grows,
An enduring, never ending love,
A love that just when you think you have it,
You realize you are only part way there.
So many search for real love,
But, in their quest,
they have strayed,
And have become lost.
They feel abandoned and alone,
They have no idea where to look,
Or even what real love looks like.
Love is not a fairy tale movie,
Or something one can fall in and out of,
Or trade in when things become difficult.
Real love is not something we get,
Love becomes real only,
When we give it away.
Our heavenly parents are here to teach us,
There are not distant or far away,
But they are with us each and every day,
Sharing a love that endures all tests,
A love that is unconditional.
1Song of Solomon 8:7
June 5, 2005
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My lover comes to me,
And my heart leaps with joy,
His presence fills my soul,
With love overflowing.
We talk each and every day,
He listens to all my woes,
His voice is music to my ears,
I hang on his every word.
We walk together on the beach,
My feet as light as air,
The warm sand is soft,
We leave no footprints behind.
All though the day I think of him,
I write his name and mine,
I see his eyes in everyone I meet,
His face is always in the crowd.
I long for the day when I will be his,
My bridegroom will give me a ring,
We will be linked body and soul,
Two hearts together as one.
Our love will be eternal,
I wait patiently for the time,
I leave this earthly plane,
To join my bridegroom in Heaven.
May 30, 2005
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Wounded and rejected we come,
Revealing our sacred scars,
We gather together in safety,
Sharing our stories with others.
Beginning and ending with a prayer,
We invite Him to the group,
God's unconditional love,
Brings spiritual healing for all.
Guided by an expert facilitator,
His caring and compassion abound,
Enforcing sharp guidelines,
Confidentiality and no interruptions.
Safe behind the Japanese screen,
We talk and reveal our pain,
Trauma and grief spill out,
Tears flow as injuries are exposed.
Giving a voice to our pain,
Allowing the process to evolve,
We put things in perspective,
As we learn about our options.
A library of knowledge is available,
Books and tapes to take home,
Various handouts to study,
Being information and prepared is key.
Week and week we meet,
Talking and sharing our lives,
Helping each other over the hurdles,
Being patient with the process.
Healed and strong we leave the group,
Ready to continue our journey,
Reminded that with God's help,
We have the strength to follow His path.
Group Prayer
Please guide my words today. May I share what is in my heart.
May I find the peace my troubled heart seeks. Please give
me the strength to share my story.
You brought us all here, Lord, so that we might learn from
each other. Please open my ears that I may hear Your words
from the lips of those here today. Help me to be a compassionate
teacher as well as a willing student. Help me to understand that
in helping others, I will be helping myself.
May 30, 2005
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Iron bars and prison walls,
Limits we put on ourselves,
Allowing others to put us down,
Invisible lines restrictig lives.
Bars that hold us back,
From our true potential,
Welded together by fear,
Locked with keys of guilt.
Walls of depression and loneliness,
Mortared and bricked up by ourselves,
Hiding with cruthces and addictions,
Terrified of our own true selves.
God's love gives us strength,
To scale the walls of fear,
To break the bars that hold us,
Back from our hopes and dreams.
His love gives us the strength,
To soar with our fantasies,
To heights unimaginable,
And to places only dreamed of.
God's love is light to those in darkness,
His forgiveness is always there,
For all willing to follow His path,
Freedom is just a prayer away.
May 30, 2005
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The pop quiz came early,
I had not studied,
I was not prepared,
The material was not new.
However, each time the test came,
I forgot all I knew,
My memory failed me,
I sat with pen in hand,
Unable to write anything.
I knew this man was not right,
In my heart I knew,
It was wrong,
But, he had asked
when no one else did.
So, I decided to go with him,
The journey was short and painful,
As wrong roads always are,
I kicked myself over and over,
for failing yet again.
Sitting at the desk with pen in hand,
I was determined not to fail again.
This time I did not rush,
I prayed to God for an answer,
I asked for the courage to say no,
I also asked for the strength to wait.
In time I knew my answer would come,
Instead of men,
I placed my trust and faith in God.
May 30, 2005
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When the rain of the world
Pours down upon us,
God's love dries our tears,
With glorious colors blazing,
His rainbow brightens the sky.
When illness attacks our bodies,
Striking us long and hard,
God sends His healing love,
He gives us health and happiness,
When we stand up and walk with Him.
When darkness invades our souls,
With fear we shake and wail,
God's love brings light into our hearts,
His praices to Him we sing,
Our souls soar with gladness.
When trouble comes knocking,
And finds us where we live,
God's love protects us from harm,
His mercy shields us from evil,
With Him we are always safe.
When death steals loved ones from us,
We bry and moan over the loss,
God's love eases our sorrow,
Reminding us they are with Him,
Our grief gives way to joy.
When the blindness of greed,
And the deafness of sin overtake us,
God's love restores our sight and hearing,
We see His truth and goodness,
Angelic voices praise His name.
When peace pervades our being,
And joy overtakes our hearts,
God's love increases a hundredfold,
Our journey to Him is closer,
His footsteps and ours become one.
May 29, 2005
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