As The Heart Beats

The flash of Your grace
Pours through me
Like a flash flood
Overturning every stone,
Washing out every cluttered corner,
Yet igniting the bonfire of Your love.
My heart set free by Your graces
Opens to the flood of Your love
And is overwhelmed by grace.
The river of Your Living Waters
Cannot be contained
And I drown in Your loving Heart,
Willingly captured in its current.

The tide draws in
And in its retreat
I am left in the sand,
Seemingly alone,
Crying out in thirst
For the Waters of Your Life.
Come back for me, I cry out
In grief, in great desire
For the flood of Your grace.
But bread turns to stone,
Water to boulders,
No staff can release
From its dryness.
And I grieve, alone, in silence,
Begging, quietly, for Your return.

Your Sacred Heart opens to me,
Still beating with love for Your people.
I hear in its depths
The rhythm of Your love,
The movement of Your grace.
As the Heart moves in its beat,
The life Blood floods and flows
Through us, Your Body.
Flooding, then the rest
That returns the flood,
And the desert returns.
Flood, rest, flood, rest,
Your Heart so Sacred beats,
Moving Your Precious Blood
To nourish Your Body.

Embrace the resting, as with grace,
You whisper in my soul.
The desert prepares the Way
For the flow of My grace.
Open to its cleansing,
Embrace its emptying,
For in your empty chalice
Will you soon be filled
To overflowing once again
And the Fire of My love
Will burn deeply in your soul.
As the desert inflames
Your longing for Me,
Aching and burning in its depths,
So will your thirst be filled
By the flood of My love,
As My Heart beats,
Touching and filling
The depths of your soul.

3-18-2001

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Heart Not Afraid

Your peace comes upon me
In the midst of chaos.
I walk in Your precious Love,
My heart set apart
From that of the world’s.
You reveal Your Heart to me,
Unveiling Your deep tenderness
To a heart that hungers for You.

Heart of Sorrow, You weep for us.
Heart of torture, You endure beyond,
Trembling in pain, human strength
Long since surrendered.
Burning with raw nerves on fire
From repeated abuse and fresh piercings.
Sweat salts wounds, muscles tear,
Stretching against the nails that hold
Your spent Body to Your Cross.
You struggle for breath
But struggle more for love.

Sacred Heart so tender,
Engulfed in human pain,
You open a Divine Heart so tender,
So perfect, so longing to be loved
By hearts made for You,
Your Heart on fire with tender Love
Seeks a heart not afraid
Of Your passionate Love.

Love that hungers more
The more You are starved.
Love that softens in deepest tenderness
The more You meet cold hearts.
Love that trembles with longing
Searching the crowd for a tender heart
That will come to Your Heart
Not afraid of Your pain,
Not turning away from Your humiliation;
A heart on fire with a longing
For Your Sacred Heart
That cannot be stopped
By the pain of Your Crucifixion
Nor the ugliness of their torturing hearts.

A heart so tender it clings to Your Wounds
With the balm of love,
Absorbing Your pain unto itself,
Tenderly holding it for You, cushioning the blows,
Absorbing all Your pain, Your precious Blood
Like a bandage around Your Heart.

Let me take it all away for You!
Let me cradle Your Crucified Heart in my own.
Though the Cross You ask me to follow,
To surrender to, overwhelms me,
Still the passion I bear for the Heart I follow,
Such sweet precious Wounds borne for me,
So moves my heart to love,
I would take it all if I could! And more, my Lord!
Let me hold Your sorrow and pain in my heart!
Your Heart so crucified, that I love!
Yet so little am I, for so great a Heart!

I will break for you smaller and smaller,
Until I fit in your willing heart.
As you surrender yourself to be broken,
Our hearts find their perfect fit
And we are made new
As two hearts become one,
Broken to the world,
Yet embraced together as one
In deepest, most tender Love.
Blood pours out, mingles,
Losing itself in the other’s.

Pain of one touches another.
Joy of one spills over to the other.
I cannot move without You.
You take me to Your Crucified Heart
And my heart is pierced and consumed,
Surrendered to the Passion
Of Your Perfect Love.

4/14-15/2002

Where You Are

Cast Your Light on my path, dear Lord,
That I may find You where You are,
Not where I wish You to be.
Take my hand and lead me
That I may not wander away
And lose You for even a moment
Ever again.

My Hand is here; take ahold of it,
For it is what I deeply desire.
My hand is wounded, pierced through, for love.
Will your tender hand join with My Wounded Hand?
Will you not turn away in pain and fear
If I share with you My Heart that suffers still
Or My Body that is wounded still?

When you draw back in fear
I am left so alone, abandoned again,
Hungering for one who would stay
And share intimately the sorrows and pains
Of my tender Heart of Love.
Will you take this Wounded Hand
And share this Wounded Heart?

Do not let go of my hand that is Yours,
For I desire most deeply all You are.
Hold me here tightly with You
In Your joys and Your sorrows, my Beloved.
For it is where I desire to be, always.
In Your Heart that I adore.

7-30-2002

Child Of My Heart

Child of My Heart, it is I,
The God of your longing,
Moving silently upon your heart.
Your thoughts so often fall upon Me
It arouses My Heart
To seek your embrace.
You can feel My Heart
Overcoming yours,
So tenderly, so quietly.

Like the whisper of the wind
I am upon you.
Yet like the embrace
Of long-separated lovers,
I hold fast to your heart.
As I come upon you,
You stir to meet My Love
As our hearts become one
In the grasp of longed-for love.

Your face, my Beloved,
I see in all I encounter.
The beauty and immensity of Your gifts
Overwhelms me.
Your Heart is there
Beating in the massive, powerful mountains,
Your breath in the breeze through the trees,
Your sweet fragrance is carried on the wind
To stir me to love You every moment,
To always know You are near.
You touch me in the warmth of the sun.
How can I be without You?
For You stir my soul to love You always
And for this Love I surrender all I am.

7/23-24/2002
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Heart of Sorrows

My Beloved Lord,
Heart of Sorrows,
Filled with tender longing,
You ask so humbly for my heart:
Will you take Me to you?
Will you tenderly hold Me
Close to your heart?
Comfort My Sorrow,
Take My sorrowful Heart to yours?
Will you hold Me tenderly close
Even as My thorns hurt?
Even if My Wound inflames yours?

Holding You so close hurts
As Your Sorrow becomes mine,
As Your Wounds become mine.
But as Your most tender of Hearts
Rests so gently in my heart,
A refuge from the pain and
Neglect of the world;
A refuge from betrayals and apathy,
Nowhere else would my heart be
But holding You deeply in my heart,
Immersed in the Sorrow and tenderness
Of Your loving Heart.

3-5-2002

Tender Wounds

O Heart of Mercy
That captures my soul,
Break open my heart
Sending Your Spirit
Like shivering Fire
Into my soul.

O Wounded Lord,
Your Wounds melt my soul.
They pierce my heart,
Then carry it off into You.
My heart melts down
In the presence of
Your sweetest Wounds
And Your overwhelming desire
For my heart.

The tender strength
Of Your hand upon mine
Touched all that I am.
I gaze upon the deep cavern,
Baring bones, ripping flesh,
That marks where my weakness,
My failures, pierced the hand
Of my precious Beloved Lord.

Love beyond grasp of mind,
Sacrifice firing the furnace
That consumes all;
Tremor of Love that
Shakes my soul.
Heart pressing against heart
Imprints forever
Your Sacrifice of Love
Upon all that I am.

My heart opens to,
My soul embraces
The overcoming Love
Of my Savior.
Softness of Love
Beyond comprehension
Transforms a tortured Body
Into a soft, tender holocaust of Love
On the altar of our hearts.

Your precious Wounds
Press against my soul.
My heart overflows with adoration
As I bend to kiss
The wounded feet of my Master.

Every tender Wound on Your Suffering Body
Churns my heart in its grasp of Love.
My heart a fountain of tender devotion
Longs to love with all I am
The tender, sweet Savior
Whose Heart pours forth in unearthly Love
And so silently, lovingly, sweetly accepts
Each piercing Wound
As if it were the kiss of Love.
So perfect this Savior’s Sacrifice,
His soft surrender in Love
Is seen as weakness
By those who fail to understand
The Love of the Beloved,
The Precious Life in death.

6/6-7/2001