your truth is
pure
my Savior
sure
faith born
of
redemptive
love
desire to
be
joined with
Thee
forever in
eternity
where perceived
death
is heaven's
breath.

what is Love
if all we see
is everything
me, me, me.

Love redeemed
is
Love expressed
nothing more
nothing less.

The face she wiped
the pain she eased
the care she bore
a moment seized

a lasting image
of agony
the suffering
her sympathy

a simple act
she felt the need
to care for one
whose blood was seized

a point in time
torture's delay
yeilding a snapshot
sought today.

Healing
the world needs more of,
the celebrant
undying love.

St. Catherine of Sienna
knew
what God would
tell me and you.

The blood of Christ
she longed to share
and the death
that could not
hold him there.

God's grace
and peace she
spread to those
any and all with
open souls.

A gentle, fervent
passionate calm,
applying heaven's
perpetual balm.

Her words, actions
and empathy
helped
pave the way
to eternity.

He set the course
and knew the time
when reason from
the earth would climb
and reach for faith,
God's gift to man
found between the stars
and land.
For as he taught
that God is real
all present
as we think and feel,
St. Thomas knew
what his faith meant
that humanity
was heaven sent.

An Instrument
he prayed to be
who lived among the rocks and trees,
rejoicing in
the mystery
forever etched
in eternity.
He denied
his life
for the love of Christ,
and if we follow
his holy ways
our faith will flower
all our days
yielding blooms
of peace and love,
patience and hope,
joy and light,
grant us
St. Francis
your divine insight.

Where life's pulse
is counted
and love is stored,
where passions motives
are continually implored,
where we question our purpose
to breathe and be
and explore the depths
of eternity,
where faith, belief
and conviction start,
the Father, Son
and the Sacred Heart.

Do you look
or do you see

the ocean waves
or majesty?

the cloudless sky
or heaven's sigh?

the children play
or hope for the day?

the cocoon's spin
or the promise within?

the flames higher
or the will to aspire?

the stars bright
or dreams that ignite?

If we see
with heart and soul
what can be
our lives unfold
our stories told  

that's harmony.

Hope
that
warms me
comforts
cradles
everywhere
my sight can see,
hope
that
wakes me
mornings
leading
present
everywhere
I want to be,
hope
that
keeps me
focused
joyful
ever knowing
faith has
set me free.

Death is not optional
not a strain to see
yet life amid the rumbles
begs a difference, obviously.

the destiny of one
mimics that of all,
do not celebrate the risings
before remembering the fall.

We write
so many words
that inspire, encourage or
simply adorn,
because the rawest emotion
from the day we are born
is suffering and pain,
the lost soul in a storm.

Our words, if you will
can soothe the downtrodden
strengthen the wayward
place peace in our sight
give hope and heal
therefore,
we write.

In the middle of fear
at the edge of pain
no light seems near
to guide the brain
relief is a dream
hope, a lost cause
it does not seem
oppression will pause
always then
God will be near
at the edge of pain
in the middle of fear.

The prayer for you I said
was how my soul was fed.

The hope that hovers by
helps dry the tears I cry.

The love that my heart keeps
is why my Savior weeps.

His passion, life and death
are why my every breath
should say a prayer for you.

Do you ever see

below the top of me?

All the stares I get
stop on my surface
and they sit,
they never sink below
where I live and
grow,
then they would get to know
me.

Woven with the
thread of time,
our heart and soul
battles our mind,
creating our
autologous quilt
individually
custom built.
Each stitch with care
holds the key
for patterns that
are yet to be.
Textures and colors
blend and contrast
preserving our future,
defining our past.

The Daily

Unless I write
of things born
of the dark,
The Daily
eludes me.
Though pain is real
unless I share
a suffering tale,
showcased
I will not be.
And though I know
not all of life
is true and good
and free,
the longing to
reveal these truths
is a daily
virtuous plea.

A hike on a trail
where rocks and hills
satisfy a seeking spirit
and restless reasoning stills.

This trail beneath
a brilliant winter sun
that circulates
sustenance for the soul
throughout the
eternal blue,
beckons one and all
me and you.

Hail Mary full of grace
hold me in your pure embrace
where love and peace and joy abide
where mercy lives and sin has died.

The beauty of each season
maintains our simple truths,
these simple truths
within us
maintains
the beauty of life.

Flowers at my grave
placed after I am gone
a gesture sweet
that begs life's song
to play another day.

Christ my leader
bring me through,
Christ my center
keep me true,
Christ my groundwork
hold me straight,
Christ my balance
bear my weight,
Christ transcending
time and space
Thou art my final
resting place.

As the satin colors
of the morning sky
with echoes of glory
for all to see
softly crescendo
my soul to a high
how can I not Lord,
think of Thee.

To hope for
and always
see the best,
To love with a heart
full of heaven's zest,
to help make other's days
and lives better,
and forever remember
the things that most matter.

Hail Mary
Queen of queens
A mother's love
as never seen.

By her grace
we strive to be
so
our love will echoe
Her majesty.

My Lord and Savior
said to me
the truth is what
you cannot see,
it's what you feel
and what you give,
who you love
and how you live,
it's the things
you keep
within your heart,
but faith must be
there from the start.

A Homeless house
a nameless face
slithers by
under an empty sky.
a silent shout
a tireless sleep
make up our dreams
in slumber deep.
oh night of nights
we must believe
that God
our father
of needless needs
was born under
an empty sky
for all of life
that
slithers by.

I searched the earth
I searched the skies
I searched the simple
I searched the wise
I searched for any
sacred place
that would treasure, keep
and guard God's grace.
I searched the temples
I searched the sea
I searched the forests
and towering trees
I searched the grave
I searched the tomb
I searched a newborn
from the womb
I searched a church
I searched the home
I searched a trail
where many roam,
I searched until
I could not see
and it was then
God said to me
"spread my joy
and live my love,
proclaim my peace
as does the dove,
know that these
are good and true
and the sacred place
can be found
in you."

Hail Mary
full of grace
guide us to the holy place,
queen of heaven
blessed mother dear
keep us in
your loving care.

I am a tiny part
in the overall plan
to show and share
love
to  my fellow man.

It is something
much bigger than me,
and if this something
I cannot see
then my inner
light will fail
allowing darkness
to prevail.

Are you circling the drain
or are you singing
in the rain?

We all face our destiny
within our own
reality.

The sacred heart
pierced repeatedly
with love and loss
sharpened arrows,
begs the questionable
value of sorrow,
while placing
redemptive power
in the holiest
of places
amidst God's
everlasting graces.

The things that matter
most to me
are things that others
cannot see,
for I've been blessed
or somewhat dealt
with eyes that see
what can be felt.
So when I write
I try to show
that all of this
here below
is God's creation,
not a world that's lost
and he loves us dearly,
loves us most.

A moment,
a touch
that leads to
a hug,
a signal,
a sign
that everything's fine,
a sudden release,
receiving God's peace,
a lasting embrace,
accepting God's grace.

What does death
want of me
the minute that
I cease to be?
For I will look death
in the eye
and know that it
will always try
to rob me of
those things I know
that nurture love
and help it grow,
the truth that lingers
in the night
is worth the struggle
and the fight
to conquer death
and all it's woes
remember this
and how it goes,
death's cause defeated
a sacred shun
happened when
God sent His son.

"I'm sorry for you loss"
I heard them say,
but the weight of
these words
I threw away
because death will
not embrace
me here
nor keep my
soul enslaved
by tears.
For Christ
my king has
gone before,
and broken through
death's mighty door
where now my
love awaits for me
in the glory of
eternity
and there is
no room for
sympathy.
I am sorry
for you loss
if these truths
you cannot see.

The light we see
day after day
is needed to drive
the dark away.
Without the light
we would soon find
the dark would
overtake our mind.
Darkness
without sun
would be
a flaw in
God's eternity,
and His death
on a wooden cross
all for naught,
a single loss.
But the power of
His divinity
holds the Holy
plan and key.
The light that lives
day after day
drove the dark
of death away.

Through the darkness
of my death
with my last dying breath,
I closed my eyes
and said a prayer
born of faith,
not of fear.
Above all things,
beyond all days
lives the mystery
of God's ways,
for out of my
breathless sound
I became
heaven bound.

For the first cool
that Autumn brings,
and the golden angel wings
bearing the winter gift we find
a message born to all mankind,
for peace on earth and all to share,
then with spring's thaw God's hand is near
to paint the fields and flowers true
as summer naps with me and you.
For all God's seasons, all year round
where the purest beauty can be found.

As the flower fades
into the winter of it's years,
so I watch your wrinkled skin
through intermittent tears.
While mine a story
of sadness be told,
for you a journey
yet to unfold.
as my sorrow
gives way to grief,
my heart cannot deny
my healing belief,
that winter melts
into the spring
and all the
flowers will bloom again,
but while the tears
and petals fall
especially then
I will recall
that once more
the sun will shine
and new life
your soul will find.
Heaven's garden
blooms year round
and to this earth
we are not bound.

Think not ill of others,
every time you do
those thoughts with no good purpose
will spin their fate on you.

The angels sing
through
soft
whispers of heaven's gaze,
as Mary grants
us tender comfort
for our days,
ever mindful
of the greatest
gift love brings,
our Savior, the King of Kings.

The hope we carry
day to day
needs the light
to find it's way,

the peace we harvest
row by row
needs the light
to help it grow,

the patience protected
though the storm
needs the light
to keep it warm,

the faith we have
from God above
needs the light
to yield His love,

the love we share
and pass along
needs the light
to carry on,

for God is light
will always be
now and through
eternity,

as the day
redeems the night
there is no mystery
in light.

The words my Savior
gave to me
are all so pure
and perfectly
intertwined effortlessly
as the lock
accepts the key,
exactly,
destiny,
words that were
meant to be.