02 Sunday Jun 2019
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I no longer feel trapped
And no longer languor;
Nothing bothers me here
Because my heart
Is delivered from sadness
And pain.
Death was both my life
And the Foundation:
Seductive is the tyranny
Who torments,
Yet the soul can burst into honesty
In a moment.
I’m out of myself:
Happy place!
I found what I love;
And my love,
Although the most extreme,
Will not turn back.
26 Sunday May 2019
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Sing the canticle,
Of love, of simple faith;
Quit the false politics
That belies the faith.
Everything is going on, anything goes
And always will.
No trace will remain of any,
Except those who love.
Love, dear brothers and sisters,
Love God only:
All other love is rash,
And unworthy of a lover.
19 Sunday May 2019
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From fearsome wilds a monster came. Upon its arrival I was filled with shame and horror.
At the sight, the birds lost their song and fell sadly to the ground.
Then a fearless sage whispered in my ear,
“Why all this terror and fright? Why do you look distracted with streaming eyes?”
Move away far from the world with its boast of joys and yet the pain it offers.
Openly and without guile, surrender to God with a pure and undivided heart.
The fearful savage form shall frighten your trembling soul no more.
For as dreadful as the sight is, the monster is but your love of self.
Fix all your love on God alone,
Choose only God’s will and hate your own will,
Then no fear shall be found in your path.
The dreary wasteland shall bloom everywhere and
Through deep happiness, you will sing God’s praises and bless God’s Holy Name.
O lovely solitude, how sweet the silence of this calm retreat!
Here beautiful truth whom I pursue,
Displays her full panoply to my view,
The simple, unadorned scene of Truth
Charms all pains and fears away.
O Truth, whom millions proudly offend,
O Truth, my dear treasure and delight,
Accept my tribute to your Name
And this poor heart’s offering to You!
12 Sunday May 2019
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From a pure and heavenly birth,
Love and simple Truth are rarely known on Earth,
Where stubborn men and women smother and quench these,
Perverse and stubborn will allow error and deception to reign.
How does this happen, that the power from on High,
From which humanity came
Rarely finds a listening ear
Or a heart that welcomes You here.
The answer lies that in Your wake You bring reproach and pain
Wherever You visit.
The proud world cannot bear to share God’s scorn and calumny.
They desire the praise of humans
They flee from the place where God is seen.
Pure love, with scandal in the rear, suits not the arrogant,
Pure love costs too much.
Then, let the price be whatever it is,
Though I am poor, I am prepared to pay the cost,
Come shame and sorrow and days of tears,
Weakness and oppressing fears.
One soul at least will not fail
To give You room,
Come reign in mine!
05 Sunday May 2019
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To my Spouse, in whose presence I live, the only place of desire.
I have a fire within burning for You and at Your slightest gesture toward me, this fire doubles. Whatever you give to me in this life, even trials and sorrows become sweet.
I have no fear of adversity when You are with me.
Transported into the heavens of rich glory,
I offer my life as the only payment
I resign all to You.
Your will is the only treasure I desire.
For You are faithful and strong. Let me, obedient and meek, rest
On Your will all the day long.
All of human powers fail, my spirit and faculties diminish. And yet
I cry, Finish what You, divine Love, have begun!
Live and Love in my soul that You have won!
Who is as worthy as You? I can only gaze in silence,
Moving in realms of wonder and praise.
That is all that is left me to do.
Oh, lost in glory, too deep for the pinnacle of thought,
I am swallowed in an ocean of Deity and sinking into nothingness,
In the midst of loss, I sing praises to my King and am absorbed into
This overwhelming theme.
28 Sunday Apr 2019
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Passionate and with overflowing love,
God commands a fervent heart,
Bountiful grace He pours out on us
Creates in us our grateful hearts.
Let us with supreme affection
Love His eternal, fatherly will
If this costs us pain and sorrow
Every sigh has its reward.
Perfect love cares for our sorrows
And softens every hardening care
And even more, transforms our worries
Into peace and happy joy.
Sovereign love appoints the measure
And the number of our pains
And delights when we find pleasure
In the tests that God ordains.
