Category: Other Poetry

Can we believe what their eyes saw—
His Body raised beyond the grave,
A fact that breaks the natural law
By which ‘til now we’ve been enslaved?

Is death now for us overcome,
A trap we entered when we sinned,
That each of us can now become
Who God meant each one to have been?

Can we in Catholic Church place trust
In teaching truth they first proclaimed,
That Church will come and give to us
His Body, Blood of Him was slain?

Now we can see His Body raised
For us–appears at every Mass
To enter us and each one save:
A New Creation here at last!

I am not worthy of your touch,
But let your shadow fall on me
That my true self, who loves you much,
From prison of my sin set free. 

I have my jail securely locked
By choices made throughout my life,
And I cannot my chains unlock
So great in me is sinful strife.

May shadow bring Your Spirit in
To come and set my true self free–
Unlock my prison from within
That I become Your human me. 

No perverse wind it is that blows
The curtain back from Paradise
But Spirit’s breath from Him who knows
The truth we need to end our night.

In Eden’s East we’ve too long breathed
The breath that’s foul from deep beneath–
The smoke of hell that ‘round us wreaths
A serpent’s coil that binds our feet.

As down we look to our feet bound,
Our mind is fixed on Satan’s lie,
And beat of noise the only sound
We hear that drowns our mournful cry.

Oh, who will save us from this fate
We so deserve from Adam’s sin?
Then Spirit comes, He’s never late,
And by Him we are born again. 

We see that death with Son brings life
To us as we to Cross look up,
Hear angels sing–are bathed in light
And eat with Him who bids us sup.

His sinless Body and His Blood
From Tree of Life and knowledge give
His truth to cleanse Baptismal flood–
Prepares us with our Father live.

Now hand-in-hand with Him we go
As families we are meant to be–
Forever live with Him and know
His truth forever sets us free. 

How many times in my life, Lord,
Have I been spitting into wind,
When I tried to myself adore
And only magnified my sin?

But now I see my fruitless acts
Have hit my face to poison me
When I refuse to face the facts
And open eyes to Your truth see.

At last I see that I can’t live
Cut off from You, the source of life,
So to You now my heart I give
And know at last the end of strife.

Your glory gives me rightful place
In Your creation and Your Church
That through me You may pour Your grace
|To others whom You love so much. 

And now my words sail on Your wind
s You away blow Devil’s words
To free Your world at last from sin,
And risen Jesus we call, Lord. 

Enchanted are the woods in which we live,
And mountains, meadows stretch between them wide
With rivers, lakes, reflected sunlight give
To all who East of Eden now abide.

In midst of woods a single Tree now grows,
Takes life from Him down Jacob’s Ladder came
That we enchantment of New Eden know,
And exiled land will never be the same. 

His heaven’s light redeems our sunlight here
As shades and shadows are no longer dark,
For He on Calvary casts out all our fear,
And Eden’s East becomes new Noah’s Ark.

Our world’s transformed by Heaven’s risen light:
In East, New Eden rises from the night. 

What is that light we see in eastern sky
That shines upon a Cross raised on a hill
Once bore a Body lifted for us high?
By sin and Satan in hate He was killed.

In dawn we see that Cross is empty now,
His suffering is no longer in our sight,
And we, to Him who had allegiance vowed,
Had disappeared into Passover night.

And now the aftermath for us is passed,
His Body placed in Joseph’s borrowed grave,
And He who guided us in all that’s past
Is no more with us, and ourselves can’t save.

What is that pounding sound upon the door?
Have they come here to kill the rest of us?
We open with our spirits are so poor,
For we in Him with others placed our trust.

It’s Mary with her eyes from weeping red,
And yet with joy upon her beaming face:
“I’ve seen Him,” she says, “risen from the dead,”
But we cannot believe this act of grace.

Then we, as one, hear sound in back of room,
And we turn in an instant, full of fear;
We think we see a ghost, and we are doomed:
It’s ghost of Him who for us is so dear.

We hear familiar voice, “Be not afraid;
Come touch my Body, see that it is I.”
With joyful hearts we see that He is raised
And never more in human grave will lie.

Then we together gather ‘round to sup;
As was His custom He then takes the bread
And breaks and blesses, gives to us with cup;
Then vanishes as with Him we are fed. 

So now we know that on each altar laid
He comes Himself with Body, Blood to give;
His glory of Himself will never fade–
Transforms each one so we’ll forever live. 

When I surrender all I am to Him,
He makes me new from inside to the out
Because who lives in me is free from sin,
And I begin to see what He’s about.
I want to be one who is seen as nice
But He wants people who He creates new;
When I die with Him He kills all my vice,
And I rise with Him, fresh as morning dew.
I look and see a world that’s been re-made
As I see with His eyes the light of dawn
O’er land, no longer lives in Devil’s shade,
And know this is the place for which I’ve longed:
A new man in a world He meant to be
Who is now raised from death eternally. 

In His light all the world around is bathed
When through His eyes we see its beauty whole:
We know, despite our sin, the world is saved.

For when Christ came He all our sins forgave,
And our warm hearts no longer suffer cold:
In His light all the world around is bathed.

The Devil’s lie can’t stand His light of day
So grip of Devil cannot His world hold:
We know, despite our sin, the world is saved

Our dignity He breathes within our clay
And through us His whole world His love enfolds:
In His light all the world around is bathed.

He takes us in, no longer do we stray,
And our hearts in His providence He molds:
We know, despite our sin, the world is saved.

A New Creation rises from His grave
And raises world and bodies with our souls:
In His light all the world around is bathed;
We know, despite our sin, the world is saved. 

Do you know where to find Jerusalem’s road?
     To find it look within your heart,
A road where He with you will bear your load
     As on your way your sin departs.

For on Himself your old creation takes
     As you walk through your valley’s fears,
And of you, new creation He will make
     While He away wipes all your tears.

You find you walk with Him from strength to strength
     As you up hill with others climb,
For with each one He goes to any length
     To take us into heaven’s clime.

We see Jerusalem new on high is raised
     Where welcome’s ready for us all,
As we with angels will His Father praise
     For we are saved from Adam’s fall. 

His glory on the mountain we beheld—
Revealed with Law and Prophets as their sum—
And cloud fell on us to cast heaven’s spell,
Reveal to us He is the Father’s Son.

Then we remembered that His clothes were white
When in His tomb we saw grave clothes unwrapped
And knew at last His dawn in our dark night
Would wake all earth from Devil-tempted nap.

He in His Risen Body to us comes
To sit with us once more and with Him eat,
And bread and wine His Body, Blood become,
For altar is for us His mercy seat.

Transfigured, He comes in our Eucharist
To give His love to us with heaven’s kiss.