Category: Other Poetry

Like dead leaves falling to the ground
My old self flutters down to death
And leaves behind what Jesus found
When He restored my Eden’s health.

Forgiveness and a restored heart,
Now waters me whom Jesus grows
From seed ‘twas planted at my start
Toward future only Jesus knows.

In wildest dreams I never knew
The self He had in store for me,
And virtues in me He imbued
When sown in me now sets me free. 

At last my heart begins to see
Myself ‘twas born so long ago
Who comes in view when on a Tree
I died with Him who loves me so. 

For my false self has come and gone
The way of flesh that has no life,
And Jesus says to it “Begone!”
For it can’t live in Jesus’ light. 

O Lord, come walk within my soul
And change me from the inside out
That soul and body may be whole
And I am one within, without.

May I not lack a living guide
Who lights my way each step by step,
Communes with me down deep inside
Awakens virtue that had slept.

Through eyes are Yours may I see truth
Unites me with Your world around
Receive in me Your timeless proof
That grace around us all abounds.

And when that time to all will come
To walk with You through heaven’s gate
May I find that I have become
The one for whom Our Father waits. 

This is my Body, Blood He said—
His Word that’s spoken by God’s Son—
Drips from His Cross is His Blood red,
His Mother’s blood from only Son.

Appears again on altar spread
In every Catholic Church for us;
His Body there appears as bread
To give His life to all who trust.

With Him in us new life we live—
A life that will forever last—
From Father, Son, and Spirit gives
A future and a brand new past.

For sin is from our past removed
And to each one He gives a task
To spread through world undying love
From Him who loves His world so vast. 

We’re born within a world ‘twas planned
     Before we were conceived,
And in its laws we’re called to stand
     In world we have received.

For essence of this world’s a gift
     From Him–each one creates:
His laws are meant to each one lift
     Above to heaven’s gate.

Yet we have spurned those laws of His
     And claim that we are free–
Reject the essence of what is,
     Claim on our own to be,

Say our existence matters first.
     We cast His laws aside,
Think we ourselves can quench our thirst
     And don’t in truth abide.

To chaos then we all descend;
     Each struggles to survive,
And we ourselves can’t make amends
     For wrong that’s deep inside.

Then He who made the essence comes
     To our existence save;
Our Father’s fully human Son
     Goes down into His grave.

He takes our sin into Himself,
     Then with Him we are raised.
Existence is restored to health,
     And we His essence praise!     

Our Lord has come and found His wayward sheep
That wandered and in thicket’s sin was caught.
Left to ourselves our fate would be death’s sleep,
But He came and each sheep that’s lost He sought.

In world outside of thicket each one finds
The place where he was always meant to be–
A place unique that’s ever in God’s mind
Where each will be content, at last be free.

For thicket’s sin is always make believe—
A world that’s false and can’t forever be—
For we in sinful heart cannot conceive
What it is like to be from thicket free.

He comes for each of us, and we are found,
For in His voice we hear salvation’s sound. 

Forgetting now what lies behind
We see Who for us lies ahead:
Upon the altar more than sign–
He’s Jesus risen from the dead.

In Body, Blood to us He comes,
And we toward future with Him turn
As in us He will now become
The one from whom we’ll wisdom learn. 

Our desert’s changed into His streams
As living water through us flows,
And earth no longer what it seemed
But door to heaven we now know.

For He who’s lifted high above
Created all for His new life
That gives to us His perfect love
And shines in each His Father’s light. 

The Devil weaves a web that will entrap
All those who try to save themselves below–
With music soothes us into earthly nap
So he on us his falsehoods can bestow.

But then a knife is raised on Calvary’s hill
That cuts through web with offer to be free
If we consent to let Him Adam kill
In us who have to Devil bent our knee.

We say “Please cut!” and know we’ll feel His pain
As He in us kills who should never be,
And other side of cut we know we’ve gained
Our true life we for first time in Him see.

He takes our hand and leads us from that web
As with Him we have risen from the dead. 

His living water Jesus gives
To all who say, “Your will, not mine,”     
With Mary—first from Him receives
The water transformed into wine.

His blessed Mother gives us birth
In Him who is her only Son,
And we discover sacred worth
Of all who have this life begun.

Created in His sovereign love,
He re-creates with our consent,
And living water from above
Brings Father’s mercy through veil rent.

In Him we now ourselves become
To give Him joy eternally.
In heaven our sin is undone,
And we at last will be set free. 

The mask’s torn off and now I see
What Satan’s lies have made of me:
A sinful bedlam deep within
And knowledge who I should have been.

But is this revelation done
Because for me God’s Son has won
Redemption that will set me free
To be who I was meant to be?

Come quickly, Spirit, deep within,
And make me who I should have been:
A human person who’s alive
And free from sin–will never die!

From temple of the Church His water flows
To irrigate our dry and barren land
And bathe us in His sunset’s after glow
To take to death creation by His hand
And raise it once again in light of dawn–
Cleansed of our sin by water’s cleansing might
And Word that says to Satan to “Begone,”
For you and sin can’t live in heaven’s light
That sparkles in His water, flows from grave
Through font that in the narthex now is found
And flows from there into the Church’s nave
To find its source on altar flowing down:
Gives beauty, truth to all who’re by it splashed,
And Satan’s plan for us forever dashed.