Embracing the Truth

"To most, even good people, God is a belief. To the saints, he is an embrace."
                                     
                            Francis Thompson

Two Hearts

The Woman raised eyes sorrowful
Bedimmed with grief and loss
Suffering she spoke not a word
But leaned upon the cross
In agony, her tears flowed down
A soldier pierced His side
Thorns crowned her baby's head
Her Life , her Joy, her Pride
Upon this scene I entered
Espied entwined two Hearts
Naked he came from her womb
...and naked he departs

The Beautiful Gate

The Cross beckoned
"Come to Me, all who are sorrowful and suffering."
I crawled beneath, gazed at Thy Holy Face
battered and bruised, tangled blood-clotted waves
of Thy hair streaming in the bitter wind.
I peered into eyes filled with love and pain.
Bloody tears rained their sorrow upon this proud head.
"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit."
I kneeled beneath Thy pierced side
Blood and water poured down on me
I drowned in a sea of mercy.
The veil in the Temple split in two.
And I, crippled
Entered the gate
called....
The Beautiful

St. Therese

O Little Flower
Even now I hear the ringing of
bells and angelic applause
which greeted your arrival at
the narrow gate. In your little way,
you slipped right through the eye
of the needle with a childlike grace.
Plucked from the world in the
tenderness of your youth, a
flower in full bloom, petals
raised to the Son, the odor
of your sanctity reaches us still.
A shower of roses....a heavenly bouquet.
We ask for your intercession and help.
May we learn from you, Saint Therese,
that little acts done with great love are
more pleasing to the Father than great
acts done with little love.
Pray for us...that when we pass into
eternity, we, too, may slip easily
through the narrow gate.   Amen

                          Mary N.    2009