I Am Said I (Huruma)

A Prayer to Jesus by St. Pio of Pietrelcina Oh my Jesus, give me Your strength when my weak nature rebels against the distress and suffering of this life of exile, and enable me to accept everything with serenity and peace. With my whole strength I cling to Your merits, Your sufferings, Your expiation, and Your tears, so that I may be able to cooperate with You in the work of salvation. Give me strength to fly from sin, the only cause of Your agony, Your sweat of blood, and Your death. Destroy in me all that displeases You and fill my heart with the fire of Your holy love and all Your sufferings. Clasp me tenderly, firmly, close to You that I may never leave You alone in Your cruel Passion. I ask only for a place of rest in Your Heart. Amen. To Jesus by St. Pio of Pietrelcina Lord, God of my heart, You alone know and see all my troubles. You alone are aware that all my distress springs from my fear of losing You, of offending You, from my fear of not loving ...

When he enters Your home Standing tall On the edge Of the kitchen Floor You do not feel Your own smallness His handshake Is firm, warm Honourable And ever before You know he is A great hurler You know you are Graced by a presence Greater than skill Charism Divine gift Seated at your table And you are grateful For having invited The stranger in

GOD BEARER (Prayer before an Icon) Are you the one Who looked at me With disapproving eyes? Or was it me myself Whose shame deflected My gaze quickly lest I catch the glimpse Of God’s compassion? You saw me strive and struggle You witnessed the moment She had me on the plank Thrusting the lance Into the very gut of me Conducting pain upwards Through heart and body My mind splintering She said I needed To be crucified In order to progress It seemed to delight Her in some strange way That I cannot share Will not share! Because I am still a child Of truth And there remains Strong protest in me You said it was grace You said I would never Be the same again I know I am not What I used to be I am not former I am older now Much older And your eyes Seem kinder (if yet a little sad) Or is it me myself Whose gaze lingers Longer? Long enough to see Your own dear Son Reflect...

O Sacred Silence O Silent Sacrament  Jesus Silent in my Heart Jesus Hidden in the Host Behind the Tabernacle door Totally Present Within Completely Still Leading me on Taking me in I come that I may be Silent like You And Present My Heart wholly Like Yours Amen

There's a bit of a woman In you, she said. I was admiring sheets Hung out on the line Blowing sunlit In the breeze Remembering Them spread out On the long grass Of our childhood Happily hiding Beneath them Infinite imaginings Net curtains Fluttering in an open Window And my soul tumbling Wildcat for the gladness Of Summer That is on us Now