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

Solitary Path

My Savior,
It was You who called me
To the crossroads.
Blinded with pain,
The fog of confusion surrounded me,
Yet I knew where I was.

I knew where You wanted me,
Though it cut through my heart
Like a knife.
I knew I could not turn away from You
Or what You were calling me to.

There at the crossroads,
The fresh pain of betrayal,
The emptiness of abandonment
Were upon me,
Yet my heart knew its anchor
And that it could not turn from You
And betray and abandon You.

The choice was clear and complete.
I would walk with You, my Savior,
Away from the crowd
Along the solitary path
Where You and I abide,
Silently speaking,
Touchlessly touching.

I walk the path of solitude
That sometimes crushes me,
Yet sometimes leads me
Into Your embrace.
You pick up the pieces
Of my shredded heart
Again and again.
You know so well
How to suffer alone.

Suffering Heart,
I cannot stop this pain of isolation
That cuts so deeply into my heart.
Yet I cannot stop the love
That brought me here
Through the crossroads.

Teach me, my Lord,
How to endure this exile.
Teach me the silent surrender
Of Your Suffering Heart.
As the solitary path
Carves its canyons into my soul
Where at times only my voice
Seems to echo back,
Whisper Your Presence in the wind
That reminds me of the Sacred Heart
That drew me here,
Away from all others,
Emptied and waiting
For You, O Sacred Heart,
The Heart I walk this path to meet
And embrace.

7/17-19/2001

Longing of Hearts

Most Sacred Heart,
Your Spirit moves me
Stirring my soul to long for You.
My longing meets Yours
In a collision of hearts
Seeking one another
And in seeking, finding.
And in finding, desiring more!
Desiring a union so complete
There is no chance
Of losing one another ever again
For even an instant.

O Lord,
I hear You calling
From Your Cross.
My heart beats to Yours
As I hear the sounds of Calvary:
The sounds of Your breath,
Laboring for Love,
The sounds of their insults,
The sounds of Your silent moans,
The sounds of Your longing and searching,
The sighs of Your Sacred Heart.
Dear Jesus, I wonder,
If in Your human Heart, yet Divine,
When You called out to Your Father:
“Why have You forsaken Me?”
Did You long for a moment
For a human voice to answer:
“I am here.
I will not leave You.
You are all to me,
All I desire.
I will never leave You.”

In Your human Heart,
Could You understand
The longings and desires of ours?
Can You understand and love
The human desires
Of this heart and soul
In which You have divinely stirred
Such longings for You”

1-14-2001

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

Breaking Into Embrace

Sweet Jesus,
In Your most humble embrace
Of our humanity,
In Your most Holy Sacrament,
Bread now Body,
Wine now Blood,
In Your Passion for love,
Your Body breaks into us.
Your Blood flows, given up,
Poured into our hearts.
As You enter my soul
That desires You so much,
My heart falls into Yours,
The All of my desire,
As I am broken into You,
Communion of Brokenness,
Communion of Sacrificial Love.
Together our broken pieces
Fall together into a perfect fit,
Communion of Love,
Communion of Joy.
Hearts poured out,
Hearts embraced.

Beloved,
Master of my soul,
Hold my heart in Yours.
In joyous union hold me;
In Your passionate furnace,
Envelope me,
As my heart loses itself,
Drowning in the Passion
Of Your Love.

Hearts broken open,
Embrace.
Blood poured out,
Mingles.
Passionate union,
A firestorm of Love,
Consumes.

2-23-2001

Because I Ask

Because I ask…

You enter my heart at will,
Molding and forming me,
Bringing me to Life.
I feel Your warm Presence
Moving through the chambers
Of the heart of my soul.

Your Precious River of Love
Wells up in me and overflows,
Like warm honey,
Mixed with the nectar of Pure Love;
Moving, like lava,
Engulfing everything in its path
And carrying it in its
Movement of Love.

Nothing can stand against
The awesome power of Your Love:
Pride, pain, bitterness,
Self-centeredness, unforgiveness,
All powerless against Your invited Love.
You move through my Life
Changing everything in Your path,
Purifying it and making it Your own.

Because I ask…

You give and keep giving.
There is no bottom to this
Well of Your Love and tenderness.
There is no retaining wall
As Your Precious Lava of Love
Moves to every gesture,
Every thought, every emotion,
Every ache, every longing;
Moves so tenderly,
Moves so willingly,
Moved to engulf the willing soul
That surrenders
In Your ever-present, ever-willing,
Ever-attentive Heart of Love.

Come to me, Lord, I pray,
As I surrender to You
All I am to Your Sacred Heart of Love
And Your plan for me.
Let me be carried away
In the Lava of Your Love
Succumbing to every movement,
Every whisper, every nudge,
Every touch, every longing,
Every desire of Your Most Precious Heart.

Heart of Love, Most Sacred Heart,
Move in me as day by day
You teach me Your Ways
And engulf me in Your Love
With no desire of escape.

12/17-18/1999

The Widow’s Walk

Beloved,
You are here.
I feel You
Bonded to my heart.
But You are mostly silent now.
The Dark Night wears on
As I watch and wait.
Like a widow of the sea
Pacing on her widow’s walk,
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Of that far-off ship,
So is my mind, searching,
Pacing the inner caverns
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
To hear a Word, from You, Beloved.

Once I was in the Land of Milk and Honey.
Your sweetness flowed like honey
Through the dark recesses of my soul.
But You have stepped away
Leaving me room to grow,
To do the work of my soul.
But this work is too hard
To do alone, without You, Beloved.
Like the boulders covering the tomb,
It is hard to move alone.
Let Your gentle breeze
Comb over my soul
Until I must speak again
Of the tenderness
Of Your Love.

5-29-2016