Almost all
Had abandoned
My sweet Son
As He hung on
The cross,
But during His
Sorrowful Passion,
I was with Him,
To the end.
Dearest one,
When you feel
Lost, hanging on
Your little crosses,
Have no fear,
For I am there,
I am always with you,
Always, always,
To the end.
I start the day with you,
Close by my side,
My hand caressing
The pearl-white rosary
Like your soft gentle fingers,
But too soon I walk away
And foolishly forget you,
So you throw the beads of
Your holy lasso around me,
Lovingly, and oh so gently
Draw me back to your side,
To live the holy mysteries
Together, in awe and wonder.
In the old mission church,
We, faithful pilgrims, are
Packed together tightly
Much like votive candles,
Our weary wicks waiting
To be lit by Our Lady,
With the fire of the Spirit;
It wasn’t the real tilma,
Yet the good God has
No limits whatsoever, so
After mass, I approached,
Not expecting anything —
But when I touched her,
Love’s flame filled me,
And the Divine Mercy
Warmly embraced me.
She gently rocks me,
back and forth,
in her slender arms,
since I’m a little babe
who can’t find Jesus
alone, without her;
she lovingly caresses
and warms me in the
cold dark night,
and her smiling eyes
twinkle in the Light;
her soft rosy lips
sweetly kiss me
as she leads me
faithfully and joyfully
to her merciful Son
in the manger,
the Bread of Life.
During the deep dark night,
I open the eyes of my soul,
and I see her before me,
glittering in glorious brilliance.
She smiles at me, softly, gently,
and reminds me that she rejoices
greatly when I meditate on the
Holy Passion of her sweet Son.
I listen to the magnificent music
of her most wonderful words,
and Light shines in the darkness,
burning away the folly of fear.
St. Augustine: “Patience is the companion of wisdom”
When we impetuously
Want to speed through
The intersections of life
And just do what we want —
Not what God wants —
Then the red Light stops us,
So that we can recognize the danger;
Acting rashly, thoughtlessly,
Charging ahead of the Lord,
All of these cause nothing but trouble,
So the red Light gives us a little more time,
To ponder, to reflect, to pray,
So that when the Light turns green,
we can move and act
In God’s time, in God’s will.
Do whatever He tells you.
Surrender. Yes, surrender.
Totally. Completely.
At this very moment.
And don’t worry --
Don’t worry at all!
If you stumble and fall,
I will be there to pick you up.
If you get hurt and cannot walk,
I will carry you in my arms.
He will always lead you,
In the light of His love.
Remember, He loves you.
And I love you, too.
As I gently finger the beads of the rosary,
I touch your warm soft hands,
I gaze into your merciful, majestic eyes,
And I contemplate your loveliness;
Together our precious prayers mingle,
And rise up like sweet incense,
Its scent perfumes the halls of Heaven,
And delights the Lord of Light.
She is the Star of Bethlehem.
The compassionate Lady of Love,
The powerful Virgin of Victory,
The sweet Mother of the Messiah,
Silent and holy, calm and bright,
Her dazzling beauty shines
In the dark night of unknowing,
And she points the way for the
Wise men and wise women
Of this world who wish to know
The Babe of Divine Mercy.
Whispered sweetly,
Santa Maria’s “Yes”
Ripples and reverberates
Through the Halls of Heaven,
And the Spirit speeds through the
Atmosphere in a powerful pulse
Of gleaming, virginal white light
Into the humble House of Gold:
And, behold, The Divine Mercy is
Incarnate.
Trembling, I hid in your mantle, protected
From the dark night of unknowing;
You guided me up the steep, perilous path,
Towards the sparkling, starry heavens.
The demonic winds gusted, and with
Frightful ferocity thunder shook the air;
Serpentine lightning darted in the sky, and
Lava streams slithered down the slopes.
But then the Sun of God dazzlingly dawned,
And He put an end to the dark night;
Beams of bright light, both red and white,
Streamed soothingly into my soul.
Atop the summit, you took my hand,
And together we flew into the Light;
We laughed like merry little children,
Soaking in the sunshine of pure Mercy.
The Spirit of Love
Awakens in my heart
Like holy fire,
Burning away impurities,
Enlightening my mind,
Sweetening my soul.
We all deserve execution,
To be nailed on a cross of wood,
We all deserve exile in hell,
For only God is purely good;
He chose to take our place in death,
Bloodily stabbed into the tree,
He paid the price to rescue us,
For only He can set us free.
When we’re thanks-living,
We choose for living,
We choose for giving,
Lovingly for-giving.
Thanksgiving,
What a wonderful
Gift from God,
It seems to me like
An inexhaustible
Spiritual ocean of the
Dazzling, magnificent
Divine Mercy.
When we’re living,
In thanksgiving to God,
We’re living for giving,
Lovingly for-giving.
Pride is a red dragon that tries
To kindle our sinful souls with
The flaming fires of falsehood,
Causing our egos to swell with
The helium of haughtiness;
But thanksgiving is a weapon,
A weapon of heavenly wonder,
Used by the Holy Family when
There was arrogance in the air;
So when we are praised for some
Fine worldly accomplishment,
Then we too should turn to the
Lord God, and, with a little smile,
We should frequently thank Him
For each of His gracious gifts,
And seeing our happy hearts filled
To the brim with gratitude, behold,
The devil dragon flees in terror.
At the Last Supper,
Judas left you.
He betrayed you.
But don’t we
Betray you too? --
When we make excuses,
And skip the prayers,
And skip the masses,
And skip the Eucharist?
For then we are falling,
Down, down, down,
Headlong towards
The open-throated
Abyss of doom
Which vomits forth
The flames of folly.
Instead, let us
Return to Him,
Our Father of Love,
To make a fresh
New start to our
Broken lives,
Let us fall
To our knees
And surrender to Him,
Let us fall
Into His loving arms
And embrace Him,
Let us fall,
Fall in love with Him,
Down in adoration falling.
Vince Lombardi: “Never, ever, ever, ever give up!”
Just as
there is
no sin
that
God
cannot
forgive,
so also
there is
no person
that
God
cannot
make
a saint.
Temptation tries to throttle me,
So why should I face him alone?
My guardian angel patiently waits
Until I confidently cry out to him,
Asking him to protect me
From all danger and all fear,
And joyfully joining him are the
Mighty and powerful archangels,
Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael,
They create a giant bubble,
Formed out of Our Lord’s
Fountain of Living Water,
And it shields me from the
Fiery darts of the evil one.
I’m like a ridiculous painted clown,
Juggling to-do’s, up and down
And back and forth, my life is a frantic
Intertwining of past, present, future,
In a tangled jungle of multitasking,
Weighed down by the heavy stress
Of guilt over my imperfect past and
Of worry over unknown tomorrows;
But life is so much easier when I
Zero in and focus on the great I AM,
Living perpetually in the present,
Juggling one little ball at a time:
Blessed are the single-hearted,
For they shall surely see God.
The Holy Spirit
Is very much like
A sweet beautiful
Monarch butterfly,
Delightfully dancing
With indescribable joy,
Bobbing up and down,
And then to and fro,
Gliding calmly upon the
Sweet swirling breeze of
God the Father’s will and
Into the heart of Jesus.