Hope

As time has gone on, I have taken more time with my writings before posting them.  A lot of myself goes into everything I write, at least in terms of poems and reflections and such.  With that being as it is, I have told myself I need to sit with each things I write for a while and pray with it, especially so before I post it for all to see.  That being said, I am now sharing a poem I wrote while meditating before going to the midnight Christmas mass (at 11pm…perhaps the closest I have gotten, but hey, consecration was at midnight).  It is entitled “Hope” and as I said, it is written by yours truly.  I find it more as a prayer than a reflection, or perhaps it is both, and maybe even more.  Thank you for your honest reading and sharing in my journey. 

HOPE

My hope is in you my God

Whose guiding strong hand

Whose living walking presence

Whose flowing steady breath

Leads me where I must go

My hope is in you my God

For you have stayed with me

You have reached me many times

In many ways, all three forms

My God you hold me close

Your embrace is tight, warm

It catches me when I fall

My tears are precious to you

The movement I make is yours

My hope is in you my God

Where else is there to turn

God, you do great things for me

My thanks goes on forever

I must always reach for you

My hope is in you my God

 

Thank You Lord

About a week ago, we had a project to do for our scripture class.  We were to go for about a half an hour to meditate and reflect on one of the psalms.  From there, we had to compose our own and put it to a video.  I was not sure at first about whether I was going to post mine, but I decided to do so.  Keep in mind it is an original, my own.  The pictures all came from me too.  The song is called “Sometimes When it Rains” by Sercret Garden.  If you want to use it, please ask!  I hope you enjoy it! 

 

Grace

God’s

Radical

Action

Continuously

Entering

Into Our Lives!

 

Postulancy

Possibilities

Openness

Sincerity

Truth

Union

Love

All

Newness

Change

Yearning

 

Guiding Lights

I wrote this poem a few days ago or so.  When I was writing it, I was in church for a SDB jubilee celebration thing.  This is the order in the pew starting on my left sitting down: my formator, my assistance, me, the “step-mother” (another sister who helps out with us sometimes).  It could definitely be also said of/to others as well.

To my left, to my right

You have given me light

It shines for me to see

Guide for what I want to be

Examples of great love and care

I too want to be there

Thank you for these souls

Who fill my empty holes

They help me on my way

As I grow each day

Each planted in me a seed

Please bless them indeed

 

Be Mine

This may have nothing to do with the rest of the post, or it may, but I want to share this first.  I got to spend some time with an amazing sister here at the convent.  I was able to share only a small handful of the writings that I have been inspired to write.  She provide some really good insight and observations that she found in my writing.  It was really good to hear and much-needed.

Last night we got to go to Catholic Underground in LA.  It is not huge like it is in New York, but either way, we got to go.  While there in adoration, these words came to my heart then to my pencil and paper. 

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My friend, my brother, dear Jesus;

Is that you in my head?

Father, could you be calling;

That noise in my heart?

Spirit are you the breeze,

That wind that moves me?

Mother Mary, maybe it’s you,

The one that I hear inside.

One or all, why this call?

It penetrates me tonight;

Be mine, I hear, be mine!

How am I to do that,

This weak stumbling tired soul,

Unable to truly be myself.

Brother, how do I become like you?

Be mine you say over and over.

Father, What am I to do here?

Be mine you say over and over.

Spirit, how will I feel your presence?

Be mine you say over and over.

Mother, how can I trust them all?

Be mine you say over and over.

If that is all it takes,

Why is it so very hard?

Yet still the refrain repeats.

Be mine, dear sister, be mine.

Be mine, dear child, be mine.

Be mine, dear soul, be mine.

Be mine, dear daughter, be mine.

Be mine, I am yours.

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Thank you for reading.  Remember where they came from and leave them here please.  I would appreciate it very much.

 

Safe With You

Yesterday we went to a two-hour conference on the music and words of the New Roman Missal.  During it, I wrote more lyrics.  It is a communion type of hymn.

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I give my life

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I receive your life

 

I come before you now, all that I am

Laying aside my will, all that I am

 

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I give my life

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I receive your life

 

Your bread broken for me, gift of love

Your cup poured out in love, gift of love

 

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I give my life

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I receive your life

 

You sacrificed your life, just for us

The highest price you paid, just for us

 

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I give my life

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I receive your life

 

We go out to the world, in your name

Proclaiming your very truth, in your name

 

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I give my life

Safe with you, I remain in your mercy

Safe with you, I receive your life