Category: Other Poetry

All I can see are crooked lines,
     Yet all Your paths are straight;
I know my vision’s only mine,
     And I for You must wait.

Your light You give to take one step
     To fill my heart with faith;
Before I bitter tears have wept
     Yet You are never late.

The tears then wash away my sin,
     And I see You’re the Way;
Aside You cast who I have been
     And in me have Your say.

Within me You make Your path straight—
     No more are crooked lines—
Your truth is always worth the wait;
     You say to me “You’re mine.” 

My barren waste transformed to fruitful land
By Spirit comes in Jesus’ holy breath:
Become His garden tended by His hand
To grow His fruit beyond our Adam’s death.

His Spirit casts His mantle over me—
Become His green house for the fruit He grows;
Beneath it I remain on bended knee
As fruit becomes His wisdom I can know.

Through me He seeks His wisdom here to share
With those who each will grow His fruit for Him,
As all of us beneath His mantle wear
His life from Mary born in Bethlehem.

His Spirit through His Mother grows His best
As in us He completes His earthly quest. 

A windmill is a hopeful sign
For us who wait for Spirit’s wind
To bring eternity in time
And raise us from the death of sin. 

The windmill slowly starts to turn
As wind from east begins to blow–
Brings perfect love, within us burns:
Salvation in our hearts bestows. 

Then round and round the windmill goes
Blown by the wind leads us to Him
Who lives in us, and our hearts know
With Him we’re born in Bethlehem.

And then with Him we’re raised to life
By Spirit, blows through Cross and grave
Where grave clothes rustle in the light:
Fulfills our hope in windmill’s wave. 

O Lord, destroy the roots below
     And bitter fruit above;
The works of Satan now I know
     From his disordered love.

Himself he loves and gives to me
     His inward turning self;
Refuses to You bend his knee:
     Begets in me ill health.

Please give me now Your healing balm
     Mixed from Your own shed Blood;
Restore in me Your inner calm
     With Eucharistic Food.

Again may I Your image be:
     Reflection of Your love
And outward turn that all can see
     I’m re-made from above.

Disorder now is cast away,
     And I am truly free
To choose God’s Son and seek His way;
     His wisdom lives in me. 

Within me, come, rebuild Your tent
     That You may dwell therein;
Between us may the veil be rent
     So in me You’ll come in.

May pure joy come in me with You
     To wash me clean inside
That others in me You may view
     And see You there abide.

Of peace make me an instrument,
     Flows from Your joy abounds,
As through me You to world are sent
     And earth by heaven crowned. 

His Blood has quenched the flaming sword
That barred us from the Tree of Life,
And Eden’s Tree has been transformed
By Him—brings light to Eden’s night.

His light removes the shade from death
Which now becomes His open door
To life beyond on Spirit’s breath
For those who come with spirits poor.

Those poor within will open be
To Spirit from the Father breathed
Through Him who we will always see
In Body, Blood to us bequeathed.

New Tree of Life with Body, Blood,
Appears on altar for us laid–
Becomes for us New Eden’s food
When words of Bridegroom for Him said–

For here we celebrate His feast
In Church, His Bride, that’s to Him wed
As He with each of us will meet,
And we’ll rise with Him from the dead.

From Cross, by grace, His sacrifice
For every heart will come within
As on His Cross He paid the price:
Delivers us from all our sins.

Within is where we must be cleansed
That actions, words are made clean too,
As each of us becomes His lens
So others can through us Him view.

As poor in spirit we become,
With open hearts we welcome Him;
His Sacred Heart through His Cross comes
With life from Him who’s always been.

His Resurrection we can taste
As all the world is new we see,
And all around we see His face
In new creation comes to be.

His Risen Life comes through His Cross—
Creation at its heart transformed—
As we eat Body, Blood He lost
So we to Him can be conformed,

For we were lost but now are found—
Our hearts within are purified—
In Sacred Heart with Him we’re bound:
His Blood within us sanctifies. 

SOLEMNITY OF THE MOST SACRED HEART OF JESUS

My inner vision purify
     That I may see Your whole
So truth no longer mystifies
     But heals my sin-sick soul.

For clarity is what I seek—
     Your wisdom deep within—
That I may hear as You repeat
|     Your truth that’s always been.

Through me in words may You shine light
     That dark may be dispelled,
And through my weakness show your might
     To sin and Satan quell.

And then when heaven draws us in,
     With angels we’ll sing praise;
Forever’s banished death and sin:
     With Jesus we’re all raised. 

Through sea of death You lead us, Lord,
And for our journey waters part
As we step in with feet are shod
With Your forgiveness You impart.

With Your Cross You now pile our sin
On both sides of the land we walk,
And leave behind who we have been
When listened we to Devil’s talk.

We find we tread on Holy Way
Kept dry from sin by Spirit’s wind
And listen to the words You say:
By Spirit’s breath we’re born again.

In holiness with Mary grow
And then smell freshness of the air:
With heaven’s perfume we now know
A fragrance from the flowers there. 

Our cornerstone has now been laid,
And on that stone He will re-build
Each human life for which He paid–
To build with nail-scarred hands are skilled.

Each new life is an open gate
Through which His Spirit enters each,
As freely inside gate we wait
For Him to come to truth us teach.

And with His truth His wisdom comes
To see together all that is,
For wisdom in Him is the sum
Of truth in love He to us gives.

Now each of us become one stone
Of tower He will raise on high,
And we will never be alone
As tower brings His heaven nigh.