Category: Other Poetry

With lightness of our hearts does time stand still
As through that dawn our past as one revealed—
A single thread by sin before concealed—
Now seen through eyes of our surrendered wills
To be held at each end by Weaver’s hand
Who in and out weaves it a part of whole,
With our consent to fingers future holds,
Unbinds the past, redeems all human strands:
To draw together all creation made,
Pulls back through Eden’s gate to Garden new
Where on a hill the Tree of Life once grew–
Now grows a Cross forever lights death’s shade
And colors threads with life from first to last:
Becomes the future that’s perfected past. 

Your flesh, the veil for You to open door
To Paradise, is raised to heaven’s feast
Where Body, Blood is served to spirits poor
And warfare will forever in us cease.

For at Your Supper You a promise made
That when You pass You will return again
To bring Your light to us who live in shade,
Forgive us all who’ve lived in Adam’s sin.

We eat and drink Your Resurrected Life
And praise You for our Paradise restored,
As You from Your creation banish strife
With Satan–now is gone forever more.

Your Supper, last on earth, became the first
As You return at Mass to quench our thirst. 

Lord, give me patience as I wait
For You to make me who I am;
You are on time and never late
As You complete what You began.

I am becoming new in You—
The person You intend to be—
For Eden fresh as morning dew
As Garden New I can now see.

For I am made for Eden’s home,
A place I’ve never been before,
Yet Spirit and Your Bride say, “Come,
His Cross has opened wide the door.”

And there within is Tree of Life
With fruit that’s raised with You from grave,
A fruit that’s seen in early light
Of dawn in which You’re raised to save. 

WATER HOLY MADE

In water poured by John was our Lord wet;
All water holy made by Holy One.
So, in baptismal waters He is met
As Spirit poured brings God’s Begotten Son.

His holy water makes our sin there drown,
And death itself in water cannot live.
We rise, are clothed in Church’s holy gown
When His new life to all baptized He gives.

Through us, to world, His Spirit’s fruit will flow
To make creation righteous once again.
In our baptism, Holy Spirit blows
New breath of life that breathes away world’s sin.

Through holy water, see our earth’s re-birth–
To God, creation is of sacred worth.

His Name we find demands our all,
     We can hold nothing back,
For He by our true name will call
     Each one, will nothing lack.

When we surrender to His Name
     He gives to each Himself,
And with our tongues we Him proclaim:
     Restored to heaven’s health.

For our New Adam He becomes,
     The Name by which He’s known,
And others to Him through us come
     To gather ‘round His throne–

Where by His side we Mother see,
     Who speaks to Him for us,
And we with His grace now can be
     Like her in perfect trust. 

JANUARY 3

His witnesses are Innocents
Killed by the soldiers Herod sent,
and we hear Rachel’s cry.
They die amid their parents’ wail;
Their blood will mingle in His grail–
with Him in death will lie.

Their unjust deaths He soon will share,
As innocent like them He bears
the weight of others’ sin.
With Him they’re joined eternally
In death and life that set all free
and will know joy again.

All tears will then be wiped away,
And with Him they’ll forever stay
enfolded in His love.
The fullness of their human life
Will blossom far from Herod’s strife–
Jerusalem above.

FEAST OF THE HOLY INNOCENTS, MARTYRS

I asked for peace and heard “Forgive,
     It never is too late,
For I’ll to all your message give
     And cleanse your heart of hate.

“It’s hate that seals Old Eden’s gate
     Now opened by my cross.
Come home, it never is too late;
     My image isn’t lost.

“Forgive the ones from long ago
     Who hurt you for their gain–
Your anger, fear removed below
     By cross where I know pain.

“But pain for both of us will end
     In life beyond the grave:
Brought back in time to free from sin
     All those whom I forgave.

“Now you have freedom to forgive;
     It never is too late
To give what I to you now give.
     There is no need to wait.”

Make temples of our longing hearts
     That You may be revealed;
Your sacramental self impart
     In us, be not concealed.

In world with creatures all consumed
     With self and foolish pride,
May we have hearts where You can bloom
     As our old selves have died. 

To Father You present Yourself
     Through us adopted now,
As sisters, brothers with your health
     We’ll all to Father bow.

In bowing we in Eden step
     By way of Cross’s door
And find the Tree of Life He’s kept
     For all with spirits poor.