Journey Song

 

Oh heart,

Strength, be ever your song.

Steepest and narrow

Of paths you've chose.

Oh heart,

Suffering, stays close.

An ally he must be.

For only he knows, how joy awaits.

Oh heart,

Your rhythm, abandoned

Your beating, sacrificed.

Distant cries, you feel

The pain, your own made

Oh heart,

Faithfulness, your constant

Though faith itself may shatter you

Faithful ever be.

Oh heart,

Angels will guard you

When all is over and heart is no longer

Joyfully, home, forever you’ll be.

Gethsemane (unfinished)

With heart so faint

My spirit, cries out to You

The endless longing

For, to ever love You,

But,

This cup,

Father, me?

Can my timid spirit,

In simple obedience,

Find faithful constant perseverance?

How will my being live?

In giving up?

Yet, find new breath

In embracing all that is unknown.

Can my faint heart,

In silence, absorb and contain all pain,

Yet, never ceasing, to love ever deeper.

Father, in shivers I stand!

For I do not know, how, how, will I endure ?

Father, I plea, to lighten if You may…

But Father, Your will. I hear.

Though, understanding I lack,

This Cup, I make my own.

a hundred days..

 

there's a certain summer in your glaze

a certain comfort in your embrace

in your presence,

peace

like a song

a tune of solemn solace

the rhytm of rhymes no longer for one

yet the dancing in perfect harmony

the call was heard

faithful

in faith

yes, the answer, eternal.

Conversations...

* The conversations of my soul...*

My soul cries out…

“Father, this unworthy soul has no end

With these stains, at Your feet I lay

Precious Father, I beg, I plead

Convict my heart, convict my heart!

That;

My soul, longs only for You

My Being, yearns only for Your holiness

My heart, desires to be pleasing to You

To Your gentle whisper , ever , obedient.

Oh Heavenly Father…

Overflowing with Love,

You crafted me in Your heavenly likeness.

So beautifully, ever so fearfully….every ounce of me

Finally , by Your breathe upon me, within me.

You made me whole.

Precious Daddy,

I ask;

Place upon my heart a seal,

A seal so strong, be it a sign,

To You I belong,

By Your promise, I live. "

Oh Queen of Heaven

" A pray of purity I pray,

Purity of spirit, mind & body

In pure and complete surrender,

Sealed, forever.

Dear Virgin Mother,

Teach me;

Your virtues. Your Faithfulness

Pray for me , Heavenly Mummy

Strength & valor in times of testing

Faith, that to my aid You are ever ready

Oh Mummy Dearest

My being, I place in Your care

Guard it , Mummy

That I never asunder

My being, God’s holy temple forever.

Oh precious Mummy

Convict my heart so strongly I pray

That in the eye of the tempest, I prevail

Oh precious Mummy

Convict my heart so strongly I pray

That precious virtues, be the song of my being.

Heavenly Queen.

Crush the head of the serpent!

And upon my being,

Set seals of chastity , obedience & poverty.

For my being,

His Holy Temple…forever. "

A Journey

* my soul’s journey to forgiveness....*

My soul cries to You.

Your feet, I cling .

I am unworthy.

My soul, knows no rest.

My eyes, fixed upon thy Holiest.

A moment, but, a glance away..

There voices of the world,

Came stampeding ….

My soul weeps,

For sin, has entered,

And suffering, followed.

Holiness, shunned.

These downcast eyes,

These guilt laden hands,

Your Sacred Heart Pierced.

Me the sinner, but You crucified.

My soul weeps,

Your suffering, is truly mine.

My innocence, is truly Yours

My soul weeps.

At Your feet, I remain.

For only by Your grace, light.

But to be just a shadow,

Make me worthy, I plea

Tears, kissed away

Heart, washed anew

Holiness, my soul’s only longing

Pray, my soul’s only constant

Be convicted, heart of mine

That your ways, may be ever pleasing

Be convicted, heart of mine

That His glory, be your only purpose.

My 25th Birthday

My precious , King.

Death, He conquered that morn.

Life, in the fullest of goodness,

Out poured, in perfect abundance.

The gift of that 25th Easter,

Of breath and of life celebrated.

Once a miracle,

25 Holy Thursday’s old.

The Archangel Michael held watch,

Gentle whispers, within the northern breeze,

Answers I so longed for; found revealed,

Long before the questions were known.

The baptism of fellow brethrens,

Sent my being reminiscing.

Of times and days that I have lived,

Yet, never truly known.

My infant self was baptized,

The promise made, on my behalf.

Faith was my very first gift.

To Mary, I was surrendered, my Mother and Intercessor forever.

Pray, my first love,

The soul grew with nourishment,

By His promises, I will live.

My young self, that decision made.

As seasons passed,

Faith was tested with tempest and flames,

Love pierced deeper and deeper,

4 years of wondering the hopeless dessert,

4 years of slowly finding and following the guided path.

On my 25^th birthday, He placed;

The most precious flowers, in purest charity.

Crowning me, His royalty.

Upon this timid heart, the armour of chastity, obedience and poverty.

“I am ready”

His Princess, in Warriors’ Armour.

I look to Him,

He sees my trembling self,

He knows the failing path,

Yet, within His embrace, His Princess remains.

So afraid I am of this path so narrow,

Your will, my King is my only true desire,

Beautiful paths of this land, I will forsake.

For Your heart alone, do I now live for.

Mama

Your heart is a song.

Its beat, of pure strength

Its rhythm, of precious purity

Creating a harmony of perfect love.

Within Your heart

You have placed me

By its beat, I am strengthen

Its rhythm, my joy

The harmony of Your heart

My only desire

Within your heart

Forever, I desire to remain

Yearning ever so deeply

Maybe…..just maybe

Someday……….

I'd be,

One step closer,

Worthy,

Of this gift….

Your heart , so divine.

Midnight Breeze

Eyes. Closed.

Desire burns to feel,

Each pulse. Every breath,

In unison, perfect.

Reaching within me,

I hear songs,

Of melodies, I see.

Of tunes, I taste.

Reaching deeper within me,

I see rainbows,

Of colors, so fragrant.

In textures of harmony.

At the depths of my being,

All is still. All is silent

There I learn;

Love, truly is greatest of them all.

Stillness..

The heart, awoken

The stillness, passes through

So gently, its caress, loving.

The heart, weary.

The Stillness, consoles

It reminds of hope,

And brings gifts of visions

Alas! Rest, is found within The Stillness

In The Stillness

I know

I weep

The Stillness, soothes....

The Stillness strengthens

Burning all impurities

Never stopping till, but ever comforting

Till , but the purest of gold seen.

Within The Stillness

Perfection is personified

Love , in its purest, abundant.

All, within The Stillness

i can only imagine...

Surrounded by your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus,
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja,
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine

- By Mercy Me

work & me

If you have not understood my work, you have not understood me.
Short of a better word, the failure, lies in not recognizing that both are one.
For the longest of times, I struggled between the two.
The day I found me, was the awakening that I am the work itself.
From thereon, I ceased to exist. I begin living.
I worked not for survival. I lived to create. Survival took care of its own.
Passion and energy seemed ever-flowing.

I did not live for a purpose.
That would mean that I projected life to be. Concluded.
Instead, I lived purposefully.
In this instance, life unfolds. I am new, everyday. Evolving.

I am that work.

by Tim Fernandez

Here I am

Genesis 46:2
"And God spoke unto Israel in the visions of the night,
and said, Jacob, Jacob. And he said, Here am I."

Here I am, Lord.

Is it I, Lord?
I have heard you calling in the night.
I will go, Lord, if you lead me.
I will hold your people in my heart.

Silent Rhythm

I lay upon the cold dewy grass,
Beneath, blackest blanket.
I am a sailor of the land,
Yet, a citizen to none.

The night is perfect.
A silent rhythm, I hear.
In the stillness of the wind
In the weaving of the stars

The rhythm,
Deaf, to all senses
Yet, at home,

At home within my heart,

Night,
Your constellations, tell your story,
My heart beats, to the rhythm,
My story, to be told.

The Rhythm Divine.
No longer, mere desire,
No longer, mere passion,
But, the very breath, of my being.

My Promise

A distant I stand,
A memory I draw close…
Pearls of time,
Now as dust , they lay.

A harden heart I bear.
I softening promise I make.
As all wounds You heal,
My heart I will first return.

Within Your embrace…
Home.
The longing ever stronger.
To just remain..

My stains are many,
My being untrue,
But truth my heart knows,
That home is only with You.

i can only imagine...

Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel

Will I dance for you Jesus or in honour of you be still

Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall

Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all

I can only imagine

Memory

Within preciousness,

Creation.

Fearfully.

Perfection personified

The purpose known

The design, yet.

The reason, searched.

The answer, awaiting.

A Herald, sent.

Innocence embraced

Time to confusion , reasons set aside.

A wanderer without a star.

Seasons passed,

Tidings told,

Tempests tamed,

Tales, never to be told

Pain, a faithful companion

Sorrow, his loyal comrade

Patience, the blessed fruit

Joy, remained hope.

Decades remained misunderstood

A fib of mind

A tale of yearning

All, but what was.

Little to know.

The searching was for..

Answers ancient found.

Fulfillment, then desire.

By the banks of clarity, rest

The missing piece

Was the first piece

Perfection personified.

our dance

Take My hand.
Trust.
Let go.
I will lead.

My Love,
Our dance,
Tells a story..
For all lovers.

Love once found.
Kept safe,
Within precious embrace.

The winds blew ever stronger,
The tempest raged,
Our sails, broke.

We drifted.
To worlds unknown,
Longing ever stronger, a return.

Faith , the constant decision,
The return inevitable.
Within the precious embrace.

Love, Faith
Never stronger
A constant, remaining, forever complete.

My Love,
Our dance,
Tells a story.
For all lovers.

My Everything

Like an infant
I rest
Under your bosom
My shaking self , seeks warmth

Make them stop!
Make them go away!
A child...longing to be
At peace , at play

My Shelter, my Strength
my Friend , my Love
my Heart , my Soul
my Everything

Hold me,
Never let me go
If only, within Your shadow
There, I will remain.

Job 38 : 1 , 8 - 11

Today's first reading :

Then from the heart of the tempest Yahweh gave Job his answer. He said:

Who pent up the sea behind closed doors when it leapt tumultuous from the womb,
when I wrapped it in a robe of mist and made black clouds its swaddling bands;
when I cut out the place I had decreed for it and imposed gates and a bolt?

'Come so far,' I said, 'and no further; here your proud waves must break!'

Happy Father's Day Daddy.

But it was displeasing to me that I acted like a worldling, and it was greatly burdensome to me now that the hope of honor and of money no longer inflamed my desires as it formerly did to help me endure such a heavy bondage.

For those hopes no longer delighted me when compared with the sweetness and beauty of Your house, which I loved.

St.Augustine of Hippo.