As the world struggles and spins, crying out,
From its natural disasters and heartbreaking conflicts,
We desperately strive to hold onto our possessions,
While reaching out for that elusive brass ring.
Each day we face a myriad of choices,
Blinded by the cataracts of materialism,
That confuse us with their thick clouds,
We blunder about doing the best we can.
In our obsession to obtain our worldly treasures,
We obscure ourselves from our one true objective,
The unconditional love that God has waiting,
For all those who follow in the footsteps of Jesus.
Following in the path that Jesus trod,
Can sometimes be difficult and painful,
However, as we stumble and fall to our knees,
Jesus lifts our heavy cross onto his own shoulders.
As we drop the heavy burden of our possessions,
The confusion clears from our mind, our eyes can see,
Those longing for our precious time and attention,
Those seeking the love only we have to share.
As we share the gifts God has graciously granted us,
Our lives bloom beautifully and abundantly,
The sun reflects off the soft white iridescent snow,
And we see clearly the path that we must follow.
Picking up our cross, it's weight now easy to bear,
We walk with Jesus and follow His Father's will,
Our steps become somehow quicker and lighter,
Our face radiates God's love to all those we meet.
December 10, 2014
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Lord, please give us the grace,
To patiently wait as Mary waited,
For the birth of our Lord and Savior,
The answer to all our hopes and prayers.
Please open our aching, longing hearts,
To see the love and kindness in everyone,
To hear your message of hope for all,
As we sing your praises each morning.
As we decorate our homes and hearths,
May the twinkling lights of love we string,
Dispel the darkness and despair that lingers,
In the hearts of all those sad, lost souls.
May the sparkling tinsel and garland,
Reflect the love you share with all,
May the colorful presents around the tree,
Remind to keep your presence in our hearts.
As the time for your arrival approaches,
May we spend our Advent weeks wisely,
Focused in prayer and thankful meditations,
On the abundance of blessings you give.
As we walk with the shepherds in the dark of night,
Following the star that shone so big and bright,
To where you lay in quiet anticipation,
Shining your love on our weary, waiting world.
December 9, 2014
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Hope is what makes us feel alive,
The thread wound around our faith,
That brings everything all together,
Creating a blanket of our trust in God
Sometimes hope is all we have,
When moths eat a hole in our blanket,
And darkness tries to cover up the sun,
We hold onto the strong threads of hope.
Hope mends the weaknesses that create walls,
Putting obstacles between us and God,
Hope wraps our hearts with God's love,
Keeping us warm on long, cold, winter nights.
Hope is the seed that spouts sprigs of faith,
And when we send our sorrows up to God
His tears rain down and give life to our faith,
Which in the spring, blossoms into hope.
Hope is the hearty spring flower,
Peeking up the through the cold, crusty snow,
Yearning and reaching up for the sun,
Knowing that the sun's warmth will sustain it.
For those who choose to traverse the path less traveled,1
Struggling through the quagmires that life sometimes brings,
Knowing the strain of putting one foot in front of the other,
Fending off the gossipy mosquitoes and evils of darkness.
Hope is the beacon that gives us courage,
Helping us to find the dry spots in the quagmire,
Confident that even when we cannot move our feet,
God is gently moving our hearts.
When the fog sets in and we can no longer see,
And the mud is deep and tries to pull us down,
That is when Jesus comes to our aid,
Our hope in Him, carries us along in His strong arms.
1Frost, Robert, The Road Not Taken
November 16, 2014
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Prayer is the silver thread that connects us to God,
A bridge that takes us over the chasms of our fears,
It is the heart beating breathe that keeps us alive,
The loving velvety voice that caresses our yearning soul.
Whether it be absorbing the stanzas of sacred scripture,
Breathing the revered repetitions of the Hail Mary,
Echoing from the deep recesses of our lonely heart,
Or the stirring of the soul when it resonates the Psalms.
On the days when our prayers turn gray,
The words becomes waterless and monotonous,
A silent shadow hovers ominously over us,
Our meditation is bombarded with bedlam.
As truth and light meets deceit and darkness,
Thunder and lightning storms abound,
Dark dreams bring distractions and chaos,
Confusion and doubt creep into our thoughts.
Our floodwater thoughts burst over the dam,
And then still to a tranquil glassy sheen,
As the answer we seek shimmers in the sun,
And filters through the rain that sprinkles down.
As the tears from God's eyes rain down,
Cleansing the cataracts that blind us,
We see the birds soaring in the blue sky,
And hear them singing their joyful prayers.
The words taste fragrant and sagacious,
Melting tenderly on our welcoming tongue,
As our heart awakens from its slumber,
Our soul flames with a fire that doesn't burn.
As the rushing water stills to a gentle stream,
A prayer rises from the depths on a lily pad,
Bobbing and swaying as the water gently cradles it,
Chanting its words as the soulful loon croons.
As we follow in the footsteps of the Saints before us,
Praying and praising the God who created us,
We join with the angels whose voices reverberate,
In the misty rafters of the church ceiling.
God hears our prayer and is pleased,
His joy wraps our heart with wonder,
Laughter echoes through the canyons,
As the sun shines down on the flowers.
July 29, 2014
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In the quiet morning, just as the sun
Gallops over the hills to chase away the night,
We awake from the visions our dreams have spun,
And allow our sleepy eyes to greet the light.
We reach for the Bible that's next to our bed,
And as we read some passages of the Living Word,
We ignore the ideas streaming through our head,
And listen to the gentle voice yearning to be heard.
As our spirit soars to the source of all life,
Floating above the clouds so high in the sky,
We let go of our worldly worries and strife,
And with a soothing calmness, we exhale a sigh.
As we absorb the words and contemplate them at length,
We find a phrase or a sentence that touches our heart,
The words embrace a strong, spiritual strength,
We feel the beauty all around in God's breathtaking art.
The words come alive and are drawn into our hearts,
They are the very air we breathe and on this we thrive,
We feel a closeness to God and we never want to part,
They become one with us and make us feel alive.
We close the Bible and with a pause, begin our busy day,
With peace in our heart and a lightness to our step,
We smile and bless each person we meet on our way,
And at the end of the day, we spring across our doorstep.
The stress that generally follows us close on our heels,
Has somehow lost its way and is replaced with peace,
Cautiously wondering if we're finally off all the Ferris Wheels,
Our Mother Mary gently wraps us in her soft blue chemise.
As the day winds down and we are ready for a good's night rest,
We return to our Bible and softly open its welcoming pages,
The words rise up and reassure us no matter what, we did our best,
We eagerly inhale those calming verses that have lasted for ages.
As our eyes finally close and sleep nestles close to us once again,
Sweet angels watch over us and protect us with their heavenly love,
Our loving Father waits for the day when we will be home again,
Sending His love down, born in the soft, strong wings of a dove.
As the days turn into months and into years that pass quickly by,
We are so very thankful for all the blessings from our Lord and God,
Remembering the times we needed Him, He was always by our side,
We say a prayer and praise Him for all His love, our Lord and God.
July 9, 2014
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Flowing rivers and streams,
Gently caress prehistoric rocks,
Seasons flash like summer lightening,
Leaves and flowers blossom and wither.
As the glittery globe turns on its axis,
A frieze of faces look down from the basilica,
Names on the marque flicker a while and go out,
Somehow the backdrop remains the same.
Good and evil still battle for control,
The conflicts from the Old Testament persist,
As weapons become more and more destructive,
Ageless crusades continue on top of buried cities.
A small baby born in a stable manger,
Comes to save a troubled and weary world,
A shooting star streaks across the black velvet,
A bright light sent to save us from our sins.
A church built on a rock of unconditional love,
Its spiritual leaders stumble and fall,
Gaining insight from a willingness to yield,
They learn to walk by following Our Lord.
As saints and sinners strive for spirituality,
The congregation listens to God's words,
Feeding the hungry and helping the poor,
Turning to self-discipline and abstinence.
Centuries of being led into the desert,
Confident that manna will rain down,
Singing praises in both word and song,
Walking hand in hand with the Holy Trinity.
Traditions tread lightly down the narrow path,
Ascetics continue with prayer and fasting,
Silence and solitude stream towards silvery seas,
As Jesus sleeps gently in the bow of the boat.
July 8, 2014
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An empty tomb,
Filled with hollow promises,
Pledges made while a prisoner,
To the terrors that torment the mind.
When the weight of human weakness,
Broke from the unbearable strain,
But the emptiness was filled with hope,
And despair grew into anticipation.
An empty tomb,
Filled with hate and anger,
A life time focused on the voids,
Blind to the graces already received.
Anger born from a secular sophistication,
Incited by the corrupt and the warped,
A world where the goodness of prayer,
Is the spring that melts the cold winds.
An empty tomb,
Filled with shame and disappointments,
Naïve mistakes made in an intolerant world,
Where only perfection is acknowledged.
Frightened and insecure,
Living in the shadow of the powerful,
Where love is the strength that heals,
Giving us the courage to carry on.
An empty tomb,
Opened by forgiveness,
A forgiveness for all the sins of the world,
By a Father, who loves all His children.
Abandoned and alone,
Hiding from a harsh, unforgiving world,
When a stranger's smile touches the heart,
And zephyr winds whisper words of love.
An empty tomb,
Opened by a death,
A death that fills barren promises with hope,
Dispelling the demons of despair.
Grieving over the death of a loved one,
Wrapped with a shaded shawl of sorrow,
But as the clouds part and the sun shines,
Warming us with a love that heals all wounds.
An empty tomb,
Opened by a loving act,
The unconditional love of a Father,
Who bestows bountiful blessings.
A hardened heart that opens wide,
A flower that's time to bloom has come,
Ready to receive the love of a caring Father,
With childlike openness and adoration.
An empty tomb,
Each day we fill it with our worries and anxieties,
But each night while we sleep, God empties it out,
Ready to be filled with our special hopes and dreams.
July 8, 2014
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We place our trust and our hope,
In the Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
The mystery of the Holy Trinity,
Is where our faith gets its strength.
It is the mystery of our faith,
A mystery wrapped in love,
A love that comes from the Father,
A love that encompasses the world.
Created by a God who loves us,
To save us from our transgressions,
He sent us His only Son,
Then he sent the Holy Spirit.
A Trinity of three in one,
All equally powerful in their own way,
But together, they form a mystery,
That bonds our faith together.
The Holy Trinity helps us to carry our cross,
Lifting us up when we fall down,
Giving us the grace to help our neighbors,
There with us when we are feeling low.
When we feel like we cannot forgive,
An angry stiletto that wounds our soul,
We pour out our heart to the Holy Trinity,
He fills it with a grace that allows us for forgive.
When despair and confusion surround us,
We cry out to our Trinitarian God,
Knowing that He is always there to helps us,
Confident in the mystery of the Holy Trinity.
As we grow and become closer to God,
He opens up and shares some of the mystery,
Words fail when trying to convey its depths,
We inhale its breathe and hold it deep in our hearts.
Each day the Holy Trinity blesses us,
Protecting us from the darkness of sin,
Watching over us and keeping us safe,
Showering us with a love that never ends.
On our knees we pray to the Holy Trinity,
Thankful for all our joys and blessings,
And even for all our sorrows and burdens,
Because we know that God loves us.
June 16, 2014
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Holy Spirit,
Soul of my soul,
Heart of my heart,
Healer of us all.
You came to the disciples,
To Mary and the others,
They started speaking many tongues,
Spreading the wonders of Your Word.
We, too, have been blessed with the Holy Spirit,
Endued with many wondrous gifts and talents,
Each one unique to us and only us,
Treasures to be shared with the world.
These gifts help us in so many ways,
Some are there just to give us strength,
To part the clouds of despair and confusion,
That visit us all from time to time.
The gift of perseverance is a welcome gift,
For when we struggle with the cross we carry,
Whether it be a physical or emotional cross,
This gift helps us to carry it with God's love.
When we lose a loved one,
We ourselves can become lost,
But the Holy Spirit always comes to us,
As a Comforter in our time of need.
He fills the hole hammered in our heart,
With a love that comes directly from God,
A burning fire that does not consume,
But cauterizes our bleak and bleeding heart.
For the many poor of this materialistic world,
The Holy Spirit has a very special gift,
A gem that sparkles with a light that blinds,
God's love rains down on anyone who call His name.
Some gifts are meant to be shared with others,
A melodious voice or the gift to make an instrument sing,
Are blessings that bond us with the angels,
As we all praise and glorify your Holy name.
Other gifts are less discernible, but still significant,
The gifts of human kindness and compassion,
Shared with all our friends and neighbors,
No matter which path in life they choose to walk.
On Pentecost, the birthday of the Church,
We all gather together and share our gifts,
Bequeathed on us by the Holy Spirit,
We become a Church united with God's love.
June 6, 2014
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Surrounded by family and friends,
The priest spoke the sacramental promises,
And pouring Baptismal water on us,
We began swimming our spiritual laps.
We grew up longing for life giving water,
Seeking a close relationship with God,
Knowing He waters our soul with His presence,
Stirring the waters of our spiritual spring.
Just as the spring rains give new life,
To the tiny seeds sleeping in the soil,
So, too, must we receive new life,
When God showers us with His living water.
Thirsting for His words of nourishment,
We dive head first into our daily Scripture readings,
Absorbing the sustenance of each and every word,
Transforming our thirsty, cold hearts of stone.
Each morning we are showered with new blessings,
Like the birds who sing joyfully for the rain,
We join in adding our own songs of gratitude,
For the cleansing water that washes away our sins.
Creating a mud that heals our eyes,
Wiping away the cataracts of selfishness,
So we can see the poor and rejected,
All our neighbors of the world who are in need.
Rinsing the numbness of sin from our ears,
Opening us up to the cries of those in pain,
Guiding us to hear when God whispers,
Calling out to our thirsty, longing souls.
When the rains finally stop,
And the sun comes out in all its glory,
Risen from the dead to save us all,
He shines His love for all of us.
We praise you, our Lord and our God,
You shower us with your sustaining water,
Washing away our weaknesses and failings,
Giving us a new heart and a new spirit.1
We must become living fonts,
Ready to get up each time we fall,
To stand in the courtyard, praising God,
As He floods the world with His flowing grace.
1Ezekiel 36:26
April 7, 2014
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Sitting alone at the dinner table,
No one there but a Beta in a big tank,
No children or spouse to wait for,
Wondering which of us is in the fish bowl.
Growing up without any happy childhood memories,
The memories that exist are either painful or forgotten,
Going from day to day trying desperately to hold on,
Turning on the television for the companionship.
Sitting at church, watching the married couples,
Hearing the voices of the babies, cooing or crying,
Seeing the families come in with all their children,
Your heart breaks as you remember what used to be.
From out of nowhere a voice calls your name,
Unlike Samuel, you have no Eli to go to,
But the voice persists in whispering your name,
Until, you reply, "Lord, your servant is listening ."
You hear your name again, in a warm soft way,
Feeling strong arms around your shoulders,
And the breath of the wind in the closed in room,
A soulful voice says, "You are my beloved child."
You suddenly realize that you are smiling,
A big, ear-to-ear smile that lights up your face,
Your heart starts racing and you feel light-headed,
You pick up a hymnal as if nothing is going on.
Once God calls your name, your life changes,
You see the world in a totally different light,
The sky is a vibrant blue, the trees are greener,
Even the birds and their melodies seem sweeter.
And when you pray, your prayers become intimate,
Because you are closer to the One you are praying to,
As your relationship grows, so does your spirituality,
You find yourself looking forward to your prayer time.
A tiny window of understanding opens,
A glimmer of why martyrs died shines in.
Craving a closer to relationship with God,
The love you feel for God becomes a passion.
Beginning to grasp some of St. Augustine's words,
Reading about the lives of the saints with new eyes,
Praying the rosary with a new found fervor,
Falling headfirst into the words of Scripture.
Becoming a shepherd at the birth of Jesus,
Watching from the shores at His baptism,
Eating of the bread and fish that He multiplied,
Observing Zacchaeus climb down from his tree.
Slowly, each day becomes a little brighter,
When troubles come, as they do to everyone,
They oddly seem somehow easier to manage,
Even the mundane, boring tasks bring a smile.
When we respond to God's voice calling to us,
The road does not get easier or shorter,
But the memories we make while we walk,
Are ones we will remember for eternity.
April 2, 2014
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We start our crawling,
Towards an unknown desire,
Something deep inside us,
Draws us forward.
We stand on our feet,
Slowly stumbling along,
Unaware of what drives us,
As we journey towards the light.
A tiny whisper on the wind,
The rustling of last year's leaves,
Birds singing their songs of hoy,
The quiet that comes in the early morning.
Gentle rain that feeds the seeds,
And nestles deeply in frozen layers,
Waiting for just the right time,
To burst forth with their brilliant hues.
Many guides help us along our way,
Angels of mercy dressed in human form,
They carry our burdens when we tire,
As they gently sing sweet songs as we sleep.
They bring light when our days darken,
Whispering words of hope and encouragement,
And when the rains come to cloud our skies,
They part the fog so we can find our way.
As we read the words from Scripture,
Songs of praise from David's Psalms,
Or sensible wisdom from Solomon's Proverbs,
As well as stories and parables from the Gospels.
When we can truly love our neighbors,
And not just those in our vicinity,
But those that do not follow our beliefs,
Or whose culture conflicts with our own.
Those who actions have harmed us,
Or those whose deeds we cannot condone,
When we can learn to love those who hate us,
We can say we love all of God's children.
This love is the love that brings us to Jesus,
A love that translates music to our feet,
And as we begin to twirl and spin around,
Our hearts and souls have become one.
The more we imitate the great saints,
When their way of life becomes ours,
And our focus is no longer on ourselves,
Our feet become liberated and free.
There are no set patterns to learn,
No formal training is required,
We just close our minds to the chatter,
And allow our heart to guide our feet.
This dance of love is so uplifting,
It becomes captivating to all those around us,
They see the light of God's love in our eyes,
And they joyfully join in the dance of God''s love.
March 31, 2014
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Boundaries are not just what divides land,
They are divisions devised by people,
Lines drawn deeply in the shifting sand,
Separations that wound our precious souls.
We all create buckle and button boundaries,
Borders that bind us or even some that blind us,
Keeping us from being our true selves,
Disconnecting us from a God who loves us.
Boundaries are formed in many shapes and sizes,
Some are towering and some are overwhelming,
Others are slight, but dangerously devious,
Some are made of steel, others unyielding nets.
Fear and insecurity tether many of us,
Convincing us that we are unloved and unworthy,
A steel impasse that can easily be melted,
With the fiery furnace of God's enduring love.
Other obstacles are their cousins, pride and ego,
Blinding us with arrogance and conceit,
Like the Pharisee and the Tax Collector ,
Putting our faith on a cumulous cloud.
Sometimes our faith can be a stumbling block,
When we focus on the differences in other beliefs,
We build an immense impediment of intolerance,
Instead of centering on the doctrines we share.
Politics can be another potential obstruction,
Sometimes, it can inhibit our perceptions,
Obscuring our judgment with dogmatic words,
Openness to all opinions will bring us into the light.
Strong emotions are another blockade,
Frustrations that makes our blood boil,
Creating a chasm between friends and family,
Forgiveness is the bridge that keeps us connected.
Neighborhoods broken up and split by invisible lines,
Lines drawn by culture and sometimes ignorance,
Cultural differences fade with God's forgiveness,
His enduring love blurs the boundaries we create.
When grief takes over and we feel lost and abandoned,
Darkness covers and clasps our shattered dreams,
When we reflect on the enormity or magnitude of our sins,
We create what we think is an insurmountable barrier.
When we have run as far away from God as we can,
We feel hopeless and unable to climb out of our pit,
A spark breaks the darkness, a hand reaches down,
All He asks is that we reach up and take the His hand.
God's love bonds together those with broken hearts,
He cradles those who feel forgotten by a busy world,
He wraps the cold hearts of those angry and confused,
Showering his fiery love on those the world ignores.
God love gives us the courage to love our neighbor,
To break past the barriers created by those in our society,
Helping us to see those that we think are totally unlike us,
As companions and most especially, God's beloved children.
"Be merciful as your heavenly Father is merciful,
Compassion and mercy merged together are the key
That disbands the boundaries that bind and blind us,
Allowing God to endow His heavenly graces upon us.
March 24, 2014
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God loves each one of us so much,
He sends angels to watch over us,
Celestial beings lighter than air,
Bringing God's love to earth for us.
These messengers of His love,
Are so filled with His glorious grace,
That it spills out when they fly over us,
A superb shower of shimmering love.
They come to us in human form,
Strangers who suddenly appear,
Helping when we are all alone,
Keeping us safe when danger is near.1
When we are born, angels are with us,
Helping us when we start to walk,
Holding us close when we are sad,
Rejoicing with us when we are happy.
When we sleep at night they keep watch,
Our defense against the darkest of demons,
Who try to invade our peaceful dreams,
With violent visions and fearful thoughts.
With their shining shields and swords,
God's guardians are always protecting us,
They fight the despair that terrifies us,
Driving it away with God's magnificent light.
And when the morning sun rises up,
We awaken from our slumber,
Ready to take on a new day,
Unaware of the battles fought for us.
Angles gently guide our footsteps,
Least we stumble in the strangeness,
Carrying our sorrows when we tire,
Leading us on our path to God's will.
And on those days when we are distraught,
When the troubles of this world weigh us down,
And tsunami tears cloud our vision,
They hold our hands and cry with us.
And when we sing praises to our Lord,
Thanking Him for all His gifts and graces,
The angels join in with their celestial voices,
Our words and melody glisten with love.
A love that turns iridescent and falls back down,
As snow that sparkles in the brilliant sun,
A radiant rainbow that brightens a rainy day,
Just like the love a Father gives to His children.
So when we communicate to God in our prayers,
Our angels favorite and most important mission,
They enclose our words in a soft cloud of white,
Delivering it directly to God.
Praise the Lord Our God, who loves us so much.
1Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
February 22, 2014
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Our slings and arrows are many,
Some penetrate into our precious soul,
Piercing profoundly into our heart,
Attacking the very core of our being.
Others only slightly graze us,
Minor scrapes of no consequence,
Little annoyances that vex us,
Giving us only a slight pause.
Each of us wear our sorrows differently,
Some display them on our sleeves,
Other hold them deep inside their heart,
Using the depths of God's love as a shield.
Then there are the sensitive souls,
The pain of their sorrow is intense,
Feeling like they are always alone,
They allow darkness into their hearts.
Some choose to leave their sorrows behind,
Others want to blame them on someone else,
So life can be easier for them,
Unaware of the value of suffering.
Without our struggles we would never grow,
If we never fell, we would never learn to walk,
Sorrow and joy are two sides of the same coin,
We cannot know one without the other.
Once we learn how to praise God,
Through the good days and the bad,
We will experience a joy that know no bounds,
A peace nothing in the world can bring.
God's love is there for all of us to experience,
To help us through our darkest nights,
And although He will never remove our sorrows,
He will be there to help us carry them.
He loves us so much, he walks with us,
The size of our sorrows never changes,
However, the weight of our sadness diminishes,
When we share them with God, our Father.
God's love will always be there for us,
Through the darkest night or the deepest abyss,
He will be right there with us ready to help,
Whenever our sorrows become too heavy to bear.
When we give up our slings and arrows,
And share them with the God, who is our Father,
The treasure that we gain from that gift,
Is greater than anything this world has to offer
February 21, 2014
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We enter quietly and reverently,
The room seems to be empty,
We sit and open our prayer book.
Starting with the basics,
The prayers we learned as a child,
Whispering the words we know so well.
Moving on to the daily prayers,
The Old and New Testament readings,
Echoed in unison with the religious.
As we solemnly recite the words ,
They slowly spin and soar softly upwards,
Held aloft on sweet angel wings.
We feel a presence sit down beside us,
A love so strong and so true,
Our hearts are overcome with joy.
Our prayers become passionate,
The words flow with a fierce fervor,
A calm encases our physical bodies.
As our fingers move over the rosary beads,
Our words metamorphosis into a mantra,
Throwing our minds back in time.
Shepherds visiting the new baby,
Bystanders watching the baptism of Jesus,
Disciples watching his transfiguration.
We open our Bible and read the Psalms,
Hearing the voice of King David,
Praising God in a song of words.
His room is everywhere,
There are no set hours or time,
He sits patiently waiting for us.
We enter God's room every time we go to Mass,
Every time we go to be with Him at Adoration,
Even when we are sitting quietly in our home.
His room needs to be part of our home,
He wants to share our joys as well as sorrows,
Our prayers unlock the door that invites Him in.
The silent prayers we say at the checkout,
The endless time spent sitting in traffic,
All the times we sit patiently "on hold."
The A grades we get on our papers,
The perfect parking spot in a crowded lot,
The green light when we are late for work.
Some days the room is bursting with light,
Beaming through stained glass mosaics,
Figures come to life on the painted walls.
Other times the room is a blanket of darkness,
With a faint flicker of light in the corner,
Reflecting off the glow of love from His heart.
As we enter the room the light brightens,
Our love for God unites with His love for us,
It kindles and explodes the embers in the hearth.
God's room is nestled deep within our hearts,
He comes to us when we pray to Him,
His love brings us pure peace and infinite joy.
January 20, 2014
© 2007, Jacqueline Newport, Purple Poetry Path
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