St Ignatius

Take, O Lord, and receive my entire liberty,
my memory, my understanding and my whole will.
All that I am and all that I possess You have given me.
I surrender it all to You to be disposed of according to Your will.
Give me only Your love and Your grace;
with these I will be rich enough,
and will desire nothing more.

-St Ignatius of Loyola

Dew drops

As parched as a leaf in the dezert am I.
I'm reminded of water
by the dew that settles at night:
In the cuddles of our children
as they sleep in our bed, and
in Ivan's warmth and that look on his face.

Yet, I know who I am.
I know how strong my sin is.
I am overcome by its strength,
sadened so much I feel ill.
Look at me- You know,
I'm in a million zillion pieces.
My unworthiness alone is whole
that is all I have to give You -
that and a scattered mess.
Stay away from me oh Lord :(

A little girl in a photo

While trying to be silent
to hear you pray in me,
I see a little girl in a photo,
So beautiful is her little face,
So small is she.

I feel Your love burn inside me for her little soul.
Oh how You love the way she loves You.
She is so tiny, her smile so warm.
You want to hold her in your arms and comfort her.

I hear you pray in me,
I could never do this.
I could never pray for this little girl -
I see faults, weaknesses,
one who keeps falling over and over again.

You see Your creation, you see a diamond -
I see only dust
for this tiny child is me.

Earsplitting Love

I am so very happy for this Jubilee year of the priest.

As always Lord, your Love shouts loudest in the most humbling situations: in a newborn lying in a manger, in a carpenter, in a man riding on a donkey, in the washing of feet, in Your last breath drawn while hanging on the Cross, in the very gift of Yourself: a tiny Crumb of Bread. So You choose a simple man, full of weakness and limitations, a sinner, a priest – You break bread and give to all with his hands, You breathe life to the world through his lungs. In every priest Lord, Your love is so loud it is deafening.

Sainte Therese

I cannot receive Thee in Holy Communion as often as I should wish ; but, O Lord, art not Thou all powerful? Abide in me as Thou dost in the Tabernacle—never abandon Thy Little Victim.

-Saint Therese of the Child Jesus

St Anselm and me

"I adore and venerate you as much as ever I can, though my love is so cold, my devotion so poor. "

- St. Anselm (Archbishop and Doctor of the Church)

A Fistful of Sand

I am but a grain of sand.
How can I be part of You?
You hold me, that one grain of sand,
in Your palm,
and take me to our Father.
Yet if a grain of sand could weep, I weep bitterly -
look how small I am
- I am one tiny grain of sand
useless, passive, lifeless,
blown with the wind,
and carried away by rain -
Why do you hold me in Your palm?

Without each grain, there is no sand.

Resting in Your palm, I am a grain of diamond.
Your palm is the beach that holds us together,
Your palm is the landform, dune, sea bed, shore and coast;
and tiny diamond grains of sands are we.

Full moon

The moon is shining as bright as ever,
it sings loud and gloriously to You.
The sheer curtains move with the breeze,
dancing for You.
You are everywhere.
I'm so fearful - keep holding me.

Do it for me

I can't pray - how could I ever have thought I could?
All I can do is ask You to do it for me..
please Christ, I beg You, do it for me.

Maria

'A Life for a Life'

But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859

Shhhh....

I long for silence now.
I apologize for my noise. Been singing this to You all week..

Lonely rivers flow to the Sea, to the Sea
to the open arms of the Sea
lonely rivers sigh 'wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home, wait for me.

Oh my Love my darling, I hunger for your touch,
a long lonely time,
and time goes by so slowly
''-and time can do so much,
are you still MINE??''
'I need Your Love, I need Your Love
God speed Your Love to me'

(Unchained Melody)

'am I still Yours??' ma nafx :(