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

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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

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

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

Love Bindings

Freedom in You wraps around me,
Binding me,
One decision of love at a time,
To Your Cross.
As the wraps of freedom
Bind me more thoroughly,
Arms, legs, body, head, heart,
My soul leaps free
Of this cumbersome body;
My heart inflames,
Consuming this body,
Now tied down in freedom,
Completely bound to Your Cross.

Your Cross gives shape to my life,
Like a splint to a broken limb.
And as my broken life is wrapped
More tightly to Your Cross,
So it is strong, only in You;
So does it heal, only in You.
So does Your Fire of Love consume me
On the lyre of Your Cross,
In the Furnace of Your Sacred Heart.

Ashes I am, without You,
And as the freedom You give
Gives me back to You,
As I am made new in You,
My limbs take on Your flesh,
My heart is taken by Yours,
And my soul dances in the freedom
To feel Your pain of our neglect,
Yet to know Your Heart of Love.

My heart like a pin cushion
Is pierced with Your abuses
And feels near death with Your Sorrow.
Yet within, a Flame consumes,
And as each pain pierces,
A Love is released, so profound,
This heart and soul drowns,
Lost in Your Love,
Submerged, bound to Your Cross,
Breathing in a deeper Life
In You.

Death in You
Takes away all that was before
And my life is Your Life,
My breath is Your breath,
My heart is bound to Yours;
As You complete Your take over,
Day by day,
I cannot live outside of You anymore.
I do not work unless in You.

Peering outside of You,
I see only death, dried bones, graveyards.
I turn to You.
Surrounded by Your loving Heart,
My heart, like a butterfly from a cocoon,
Is set free, fluttering in Your graces,
Inebriated by the sweetness of Your Love.
In the Garden of Your Graces,
My heart is nourished by Your Love
And given the strength
To bind more closely to Your Cross again
In love.

1-5-2001

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

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