Poetry for the soul: To The Sacred Heart of Jesus

Oh Sacred heart of Jesus
Wounded by love of man
I've treated you all too badly
I've heeded not your love

By my many sins pierced
What have I done to love
Which so generously poured
By you o lover of my soul
Yet unappreciated by me
For my life I've too often loved
Wishing not to lay it down
For you my greatest good
While yours you did not spare
For the sake of love
But all that will now change
My life I now surrender
To your tender and loving heart
Never again to be separated
From you my eternal love
I wish to return my soul proclaims
Love for love so greatly offered
But indeed all comes from you
Oh love who is above all
Pierce me with the arrow of your love
And my heart will never fail in love

Poetry for the soul: The innocent's cry; life must be defended

I know I said that I would post a poem on Friday's. Truth be told, I wasn't up to it yesterday but today is the day that the Lord has made. The following Poem is one I wrote from an inspiration against all the abortions that continue to occur. If life is not the fundamental thing to be defended, then to claim that we live in a just society is a lie. Remember that "Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy." 

THE INNOCENT'S CRY

do you not care that i am perishing

you ignore me as I am persecuted 

as the gift of my Creator is denied me

the light of the day i will not see

from my mother's womb declared an enemy

by  the one who should protect me

once a gift but now a burden

i am left in my darkness to die

as life freely given to me is stolen

and you sit aimlessly watching this

you turn your head from my cry

even as i am torn out of my mother's womb

like a toxic waste to be rid of

oh the horror of it all

i know that all this you can see

but you have declared in your heart

that you are not your brother's keeper

and you will not defend my cause

but this be sure of it now

that the one who gave me life

will not abandon me forever

neither watch as i am persecuted forever

but when He beckons you to answer

for these the least of His brethren

what excuse shall you have

Every year millions of babies are aborted around the world. If there is an injustice that the society has accepted as a norm is this one. The late venerable pope John Paul II called this "the culture of death".  But what can we do for reparation against this injustice? Prayer and action. We must "pray as if everything depends on God, (and it does) and work for pro-life end as if everything depended on us."  

Poetry for the soul: truth

"To be or not to be: that is the question." that is the opening line of a soliloquy of Shakespeare's play Hamlet. I can still remember my English teacher
and how she made this play come alive. If I can summarize, I would say that this play raised our emotions and imaginations to great heights. Fast forward a few years later, I  still enjoy that play. Lately however one of my friends mentioned something to me as I was driving her home from a prayer meeting which we had just left. We were discussing the songs and she was expressing how we needed a group that would be willing to practice regularly so as to deliver a better praise session. Before I asked why she was so passionate about it, she said "music raises our minds to God." She had explained in one sentence how exactly I felt after singing gospel songs or hymns; my mind would be elevated above the million distractions in the world and I would think of God and easily enter into prayer.
      So we've seen how good plays can raise our emotions and imaginations to great heights and how good singing can raise our minds to God. That brings me to my third love and that is poetry. Maybe you remember how you felt after you read your first poem, or maybe you even wrote a poem to the girl or boy you liked in junior high. Well I remember both. I can also say that poetry stole my heart. From the book of psalms to the songs of songs, we encounter the beauty of poetry, and we can say that good poetry penetrates our heart and help us to open our hearts to God if it points towards Him. From that, I wish to share a series of some of the poems I have written and I will start with one I wrote conversing with truth.

                                                                         truth

My heart can no longer deny you

I must embrace you for a better view

Day by day I arise from the dungeons of my misery

From fighting against you with a cold sweat I am weary

I have taken a sip of you but now what

Is it not enough for me to expel my doubt

Yet it seems that if I don't take the whole cup of you

You turn into poison that will destroy me but not you

A little bit of you has thrown my heart into chaos

I want your full benefits but without the vows

My yearning is great but who can move my afflicted heart

Which is stuck in the lies that I have lived

But fears the truth I have now found

The time is now my heart declares

To break the chains on my daily affairs

And embrace you whose name is truth

So my heart can be free at last

To follow Christ who is my very first

for future poems, tune in on Fridays.