Baptism of the Holy Spirit

Baptism of the Holy Spirit

Today, 

Our hearts are a battlefield.

He who was risen

Fights valiantly

In the desert of our hearts.

To win over

The territory hidden

By the walls of pride.

Today, 

We are fought for.

Today,

Our soul shall tremble

From the majesty of the Risen - Of Christ

Brothers and sisters,

Today,

We are claimed 

Let vanity crumble

At His word

To let the Holy One 

Immerse in the debris

We lift you up

At the foot of His Cross

Where much healing is dropped

Surrender and fill it!

Fill it with Love and nothing else

As your unworthiness surfaces,

Fear not, for we have a haven.

The Blessed Mother and her saints

Shall send down a shower of roses

And our souls shall

Ever be consoled

By His fragrant Love.

Today,

Let us toast for the victory He promises.

Today,

We are kindled anew.

Forever ignited in His Love.

Only...say yes.

November 23, 2014

Have I Loved?

Have I Loved?

Tell me...

Have I loved lately?

Through the briars, pricked my heart to love

Tell pray...

Soon as the burst of light

Fills to the brim

Have I loved?

Too soon, we pull from thorns

Scathe from shadows past

Wallow in collection of self-indulgence 

Pray tell!

Have I loved?

In this cycle, we feed none

But the weeds of pride

'Til thorns grow round the heart

Letting no love in, nor love out

What then lives?

What then dies?

Take apart the heart 

To save what is left 

As each compartments grow small

In its love

Half a heart given,

Half of half shall return

Until thorns grow hard and thick

Like corundum

Yet corrodes easily in spite

Like chalk

What then is left?

What then is gone?

What then...is love?

I pray, Lord, should my heart

Give way to hardness

That you break it to pieces 

Wet the debris with Your grace 

And mould it once more in Your healing

Then I shall say to You,

Oh Merciful God!

"I am saved by Love!"

Saved from the pride

Saved from the thorns

Saved from myself

Most Gracious, Most Gracious...

Should fear take hold 

And shackles bind my mouth

Let me smell Your Mother's roses

To remind me of You

Let my heart be as fearless as Yours

To choose Love each time,

To take in the wrath and hurt of others,

Lift them up to the Father

And it shall be gone

Then, oh then, My Lord

My lips dare say,

"Ah..."

"I have loved..."

Written October 12, 2014

Finished October 23, 2014