A Love Beyond

O Precious Heart,
You struggle within,
Unable to contain
Such Divine Love
Within a human Heart.

O Precious eyes
So helpless,
You long and plead
For the hearts
You created to love.

O Face of Perfect Love,
Spattered with Blood,
Smeared with tears,
Bruised and pierced;

Yet so perfect is Your Love
That all pain, all neglect,
All humiliation, all abuse,
Turns not Your Heart
From Your Beloved.

Rolling and heaving in Your Agony,
Your tender human Heart
Can contain no longer
The immensity of Your Divine Love.

O Sacred Heart most pure,
Surrendered in passionate humility,
You burst, annihilated by a Love
Beyond Passion.

Blood and water flow
As the spear of our arrogance
Finds the Heart
Already burst for Love.

Gentle cheek lies against torn shoulder,
So bruised and ripped by scourge and Cross.
Eyes close to the pain of a world
That could not return so pure a Love.

My heart gathers the fragments of Yours
And tenderly cradles its remains within.
O Sacred Heart most pure,
The Blood of Your Sacrificial Love
Soaks into my soul, inebriating me
With the power of Your surrender.

Take my heart, my Lord,
That bleeds with desire for You,
That carries Your surrender deep within.
Let me shelter Your Broken Heart in mine
That calls me to Love beyond
Surrendering to death;
That calls me to Life beyond
The crushing annihilation of the world.

In the Silence of the tomb,
A Life stirs that moves beyond.
The wind of the Spirit moves
Across the coals of total destruction
And a flame leaps up and burns anew,
Fed by a Sacrifice so profound
It fuels a Life beyond,
Consumed in the Flame of Your Eternal Love.

8/14-15/2001

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Gaze of Love

Most precious Savior,
At the foot of Your Cross I crouch
Feeling so small in comparison
To Your Sacrifice of Love.
My eyes can barely reach Your feet,
Nailed down, that seep Your precious Blood,
Tearing, stretching in unbearable agony.
How can my heart bear to look further?
Yet my love for You raises my eyes and heart
To Your Body covered with Wounds,
Burning with pain beyond endurance.
You, most precious One, silently endure all.

My hands wish to cover Your Wounds
With a healing touch of love.
If only my love could take away Your pain!
My eyes, softly, longingly, raise to Yours
And I am confronted with Your Trance of Love.
Your eyes, trance-like from pain,
Yet hold a softness and a love
That floods through my heart,
Washing through my soul.

I am drawn in to Your Trance of Love,
Locked in to Your penetrating gaze.
This gaze of Divine Love, so intimate, so pure,
Yet embodied in a man so cruelly tortured to death,
Moves me to a love so bound to You
That nothing, even death, could unlock me
From Your penetrating gaze of Love in my soul.
Hold me in Your gaze of Love forever, my Savior.

3-12-2001

Joys And Sorrows

Pierced by our sword,
Your Sacred Heart pours forth Its contents.
Love, embodied in Your Blood,
Bursts forth, given to the last drop,
Mingling with the water
Of Your mercy and forgiveness.
Your Heart, giving forth an eternity of Love,
But enduring increasing humiliation,
Neglect, arrogance, even hate,
Grieves our sins with a sorrow
Deeper than death.
Yet Your Sacred Heart cries forth
With the Blood of Love
Mixed with with the purifying tears
Of sorrow and mercy.

As an infant,
Hearing the cries of another,
Though not understanding the cause,
Is so moved with compassion,
He joins in unity with the heartbreaking cry,
So I, though unable to comprehend
The enormity of Your pain,
Grieve Your pain still and
Cry with a heart broken
For the One I love.

Come to this heart, Lord,
Broken for Your Love,
And take it away to You,
To cry with Your sorrows,
To love through Your tears,
To die with Your death,
To rise with Your Life, Your joy,
To share in Your Sacred Heart,
To be consumed with
The joys and sorrows of You.

5-15-2000

Nailed Open

Your words heal our souls.
Your touch heals our bodies.
Your profound and challenging Love
Moves deeply into our souls.
Yet this Body of a human man
You took on for us,
To open the doors to freedom
For our deprived souls,
To speak the language we hear,
To move in the language we see.
This most Holy Body of the Divine Presence
We nailed, sprawled in agony,
Stretched in total surrender
And total humiliation
To a wooden Cross
And left to die
Under our humiliating stare.

O Lord,
At Your feet I bow
To Your most profound humility.
You whose Love cannot be altered
By our inability to accept it,
Suffer in agony too overwhelming
For our human minds to grasp.
I watch Your suffering
Prostrated by the majesty of Your Love.
The purity of Your total suffering
Moves my body and soul.
I cannot move from Your feet.
My heart is already captive
To Your Sacred Heart of Love.

Can Your Love,
So pure and incomprehensible,
Accept mine so human and frail?
Your Spirit stirs my heart
Drawing me to offer all I am
To this man yet God on this Cross.
How can I resist Your offer of Love
So open to me
Your arms are nailed open,
Never withdrawn
Even in torturous death?
Nail my arms open to You, my Lord,
That my heart and my soul
May never withdraw
From Your precious
And majestic Love.

3-10-2001

Away From The Thrashings

Hands tied down,
Unable to resist,
Your Body is thrashed, broken,
By our scourgings.
Like a heartbeat, the scourgings
Rhythmically beat You down,
Tear at Your flesh,
Opening to our eyes a view
Of the Blood of our Salvation.
Your tender mercy opens to us
As we witness in our hearts
Your willing pain and
Complete surrender to humiliation.

The sound of the whipping,
The splattering of Your Precious Blood
Drives our hearts to resist this injustice,
This obscenity to Your Love.
My heart leaps in desire
To shield You from the blows;
It falls upon Your Wounds
Willingly absorbing Your pain.
Can Your Sacred Heart feel
My heart moving so close to Yours?
Can You sense, in Your trance
Of pain and love,
The presence of our hearts
Longing for Yours?
Crushing with each blow?
Splattered with Your Blood
In our closeness to You?

Most Precious Heart that brings all joy,
Most Precious Body that heals all wounds,
Most Precious Blood that washes our souls
In Your immeasurable mercy,
Close Your eyes to the pain, dear Lord.
Let our love wrap around You
Bandaging Your Wounds;
Rest safely in our hearts,
Softly, gently tenderized by Your Love.

Come stay in this heart
That You have captured for Your own
That I may serve the desires of Your Heart
In the surrendering Love
That You have shown me.
Opened to You,
My heart is left vulnerable to Your Love.
Touched by the love and sorrow
Of Your most Sacred Heart,
I long to cradle You in my heart
Away from the thrashings
Of the confused crowd.

2-9-2001

In The Giving

I walk in a darkness so great
I feel eternity in this undefined space.
I know You walk with me
Even in this darkness,
For I feel You all around me,
In me, through me,
Whispering in my soul,
Blurring the boundaries
Between You and me.

Yet I feel so alone in a space
That is too great for me,
Talking to a God whose language
Sometimes moves my soul
In deeply intimate union;
Yet sometimes leaves me lost
Unable to comprehend.

Somewhere in this darkness
I feel Your Cross
Anchoring me to You.
Your gaze is upon my soul
From Your Cross of Love,
Moving through my heart and soul,
Gathering me to You.

There is nothing in you
That is not Mine now,
You whisper gently
As Your Heart gives forth
A Love that seeps into mine,
Binding me to You;
Yet leaving me pierced and alone
On a cross that asks me
To love the ultimate human love,
Completely revealed,
Completely surrendered.

Take My Crucified Heart to yours,
You ask, knowing
I cannot refuse You anything.
My soul is helpless under Your gaze.
My heart is bound to Yours;
Bound to the thorns that pierce,
Bound to the purifying Fire,
Bound to the Wound that reveals all,
Bound to the Cross,
Yet bound to Your Love,
So passionately tender,
So overwhelmingly self-giving.

Give to Me all, You ask,
As I give to you,
Even in the dark times,
Looking not for the return of love,
But sacrificing all
In the giving.

1-15-2002

Face of Grace

The soft radiance of
Pure Perfection,
Most Sacred Love engaging
Even the unbelievers.
Who could deny
The grip on our hearts
His soft face of grace,
His gentle healing hands held?

Molded onto a wooden Cross,
The embodiment of purest Love,
Soft like clay to our touch,
Docile and vulnerable
To our every move of love or hatred;
Abandons all power of the Divine,
Humbling Himself to inside out,
Displays unquestionably His Law of Love;
Nothing held back
To the destruction of self, for Love.

Perfect Holy Countenance,
Beaten, bloodied, scourged,
Pierced with thorn,
Swollen and disfigured,
Did still radiate
Most Perfect Love.
Beauty undeniable,
Unconquered by darkness and hate.

Precious Blood,
Nectar of Love,
Falls to waiting hands and hearts.
Press Your Love into our hearts
Molding us to Your Sacrifice.
Dissolve the masks that hide
The countenance of grace held within
As we hold Your Passion in our hearts.
Reveal hearts burning with Your Love,
Exposed to love and hatred
As we walk Your Way
Holding the hand of humility.

Soft Face of Grace
Reveal Yourself to us again.
Gentle hands of healing and love
Touch Your people again
By a touch of compassion
Through hands consecrated
To the desire of Your Sacred heart.

3/29-30/2001