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

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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

Small Heart

Sensing Your Presence
Like a delicate fragrance in the wind,
My soul moves to You
Like leaves in a gentle breeze,
And my heart seeks to find You.

Gathering my movement to Yourself,
You open the well-springs of my heart
That overflow, rising to meet You,
And my longing pours forth,
So is it consumed
In Your thirsting Heart.

There I am broken
Before Your Majestic Presence,
Crumbled into Your Heart and Your Will
To be consumed as Your bread,
Bread that feeds Your deep hunger for our love.

My heart knows only that it is Yours,
That Your immense Love
Includes a desire for this small heart.
My soul trembles with the knowledge
Of Your need for my smallness
And I give way to Your Will,
Your Grace, Your Majesty, Your Love,
As You take this dust of a heart
And breathe into it Your Life,
Creating it for You alone.

Rest in this heart made for You, my Lord.
Consume me in Your Love
That You may have all You desire
Of this small heart that is all Yours.

7-2-2001

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

You Alone

You are here, within me,
Burning Your path to my heart.
Every dark corner now Light.
Every empty place now filled.
You fill my hunger and thirst for You,
For Your holiness, Your Love,
For all that You are,
The hard parts and
The tender, sweet parts.
All that is You is Holy
And is all I desire.

Your path to my heart,
So often blazed by trials and struggles,
Offers no resistance,
Yielding easily and tenderly
To Your Holy Presence.
Every part of me rushes to welcome You,
Your gift of Your Divine touch in me
But Your human touch as well.

My heart embraces Yours
In deep joy and tenderness,
Holding You close to my heart
For as long as I may.
The core of my heart and
The center of my soul
Receives its Master with joy,
Receives its Beloved with sweet,
Tender, inebriating love.

How I wish to remain
Lost in this precious Union,
As all I am moves to You,
Locked in to Your gaze,
Desiring nothing else.

Will Your Sweet Fire rage
In my heart today
Warming all I do
With the grace of Your Love?
Will Your sweet nectar flow
Through all I touch,
And through all I love,
Will Your Heart be known?

Trembling with Your Love,
Inebriated with Your Passion,
You are all to me, all.
As You send me into the world
Still holding You so close,
You must wash my day with Your Love,
Flooding my life with Your Passion.
For I will not let go of You now
For even a moment, my Love.
I must have You, Beloved,
For You alone are Life.

2-16-2002

As A Newborn

You come so softly, my Lord,
Taking my soul in Your hands.
As You breathe Your will upon me,
I become as a newborn in Your hands.
Strength not my own,
I am only able to form myself to You.
You move me as You wish
And I can do nothing without You.
I trust in Your every touch
Knowing I have no control over anything.
But abandoned to Your love,
I am Yours to move as You will.

Like a newborn,
You place me near Your Heart
And as I helplessly yet eagerly
Form myself to You,
I rest in the comfort of Your love,
Yet knowing this love that comforts me
Will ask of me everything.
As I abandon myself to you,
I beg for the grace
To never wish to take it back,
But to remain as helpless as a newborn
In the hands of my Beloved.

8-22-2001