This year I haven’t posted as often partially due to health reasons. Then this summer I went on pilgrimage to Fatima and Lourdes, then some other family traveling. So I thought I would post a few pictures, first of Fatima, later Lourdes. It was very special to be able to be in Fatima during the centennial year of the apparitions. It was also nice to be in places where my faith was not unusual. In other words, I felt at home.
Just a note re: if you want more poems as a Lenten journey, you can scroll down and click on the subjects of Lent, Passion, Crucifixion, etc.
The dusty path stretches out before You
Filled with jeering, angry crowds.
Your knees give way under the weight of Your Cross.
That precious face, still so soft with love,
Hits the hard stones of the walkway.
There, face down in the street,
You feel the full weight of Your humanity.
You whisper Your Father’s Name
As this earth You created holds You to it
In its magnetic, uncompromising grasp.
Closing Your eyes, You think of Home with Your Father.
The crowds roar turns to angelic songs of praise
As Your head spins from Your ordeal.
Just a little further, Your tearful Father beckons.
It is almost finished.
Prodded, kicked, spit at, tossed around,
Once again You lift up from this earth;
You offer Yourself again to His Plan of Love.
You look at the unforgiving crowd
Searching for eyes of love and compassion,
Wanting comfort that this is not all in vain,
That there will be someone who will be saved
By Your Sacrifice of Love.
Each face is memorized in Your Heart
And is like another scourging upon this Sacred Heart.
There, in the crowd, You see one!
Eyes full of tears, reaching out to You!
“Jesus!” the panicked voice cries.
“Jesus!” again in desperation and desire.
Your eyes meet in tearful, loving union.
The Flames of Your Heart leap,
Your graces pour out like a river.
The face of love is pushed away and lost in the crowd,
But the memory remains in Your Heart
Inspiring the strength to draw the Cross to You once again,
To lift it to Your bruised and torn shoulder
And walk that dusty path again.
O Sacred Heart of Love and Longing,
Draw me to You, keep me in Your Heart.
Help me to be for You that face of love
That Your thoughts of me
Will be like a caress, not a scourging;
That Your Sacrifice will save.
O Tears of the Father,
O Sacrifice of the Son,
Bring Your Spirit of Love!
First of all, thank you for visiting my blog. I hope my prayer poems sharing is giving you some prayer inspiration and comfort. I hope I am not inundating you too much during Lent. But let me explain.
A few years back I put together a website with a Lenten retreat, so to speak, of a collection of the poems having to do with Lenten themes and the Passion of Our Lord. It was designed with a different theme per week going though to Holy Week. Roughly a poem or day. Well, I had intended to keep up with it along those lines, but, well, life happens and I didn’t get to it every day, so recently you are seeing me trying to catch up by publishing more than one per day. Thus the multiple postings. I should be caught up this weekend.
I decided to publish the poems in this manner rather than just posting the retreat link again because I thought it would be better to work through it gradually as a Lenten meditation rather than try to digest the whole series in one or a few settings, and I thought it would be convenient to have the notification reminders for those who are following the blog instead of trying to remember to find the retreat site again.
One thing I am concerned about is that I am having issues with WordPress where the breaks between stanzas in my poems keep getting eliminated when publishing, for some reason. Not all, just randomly. So I keep having to go back and try to fix, then updating the post but it is not working. I am hoping that you are not getting notifications every time I try to fix the post! I just realized that might be the case today. If so I apologise! Hoping to figure out this glitch soon. In the meantime please bear with me if you see multiple postings of the same poem.
Also, the weeks we have been through in the retreat are:
Week one: the Dust of the Journey
Week two: Last Supper and Gethsemane
and this week, week three, is the Trial and Imprisonment
Next week will be The Way of the Cross and Crucifixion, part 1
Then the following week The Crucifixion part 2
Holy Week: the Cross, the Burial and Beyond.
I hope you will stay with me through the series and have a very blessed and holy Lent and Holy Week. The Easter season will bring more joyful prayer poems.
You draw all of me into Your Heart
From all the places I have scattered myself.
I implode into You, my Savior,
And as You draw me into Yourself
In deepest tenderness;
My soul falls before Your Majesty,
Unable to gaze upon Your splendor,
Unable to move without Your beckon.
Buried in Your Sacred Heart,
Most meek and humble,
I am content, prostrated before Your Love.
But Your hand finds me,
Lifting me up,
Turning my face to Yours
In sweetest tenderness.
Your eyes show Your pleasure
In my smallness,
In the joy I feel in knowing
I am nothing without You.
You are all to me.
I cannot move without You,
I cannot feel without You,
I cannot live without You.
You come to me, most Beloved,
Moving my soul,
Blending me with Your Sacredness,
Inviting me in to Your Holiness.
I am lost in Your Sacred Heart.
Yet in the immensity of this Heart,
I am also deeply found in the
Intimate stirring of Your Love.
Your Love whispers
The vastness of the universe,
Yet in Passion so human, yet so Divine,
A small heart cannot help by fall
Into the eternity of Your tenderness,
Unable to resist,
Unwilling to try.
Unable to take anything back,
I am Yours, my Beloved.
Do with me exactly
As Your Heart wills.
From Your great height
Can You see and feel
The smallest movements of my heart?
You are so far above me,
Yet I feel Your eyes on my soul.
The tiny changes in my heart,
Can they be too small for Your eyes?
Do You wait patiently
Like a Mother with a babe within,
Noticing every movement silently,
Caressing with Your Heart,
Yet allowing time to grow?
Your Heart is so immense
A universe can fit inside,
Yet the tiny speck that I am
Can know You,
As a lover knows her Beloved,
Deeply walking the garden paths
To the fountain of Your Heart.
My love for You, though small
In Your grand plan of Love,
Is all I have and all I am.
Does the flicker of this flame
Bring warmth to a small place
In Your immense Heart?
Like a speck of dust in a light beam,
Will the tiny dance of my soul
Catch the eye of the Beloved
For a moment in time?
Will You catch my heart in Yours,
Beloved of my soul,
And hold me there?