Remembering the Seasons of My Soul

 

Old year passes,
Becoming yet another ghost,
Withered as leaves,
Crumbled, and carried aloft
By winter winds,
Too soon scattered
By the breezes of Time.

Is it truly spent,
Dead and long forgotten,
Living but in memory?
May not reflection
Call it from the grave,
Uncover the gain
Hold it fast
To live again?

How has its many waters
Blessed thee and me,
As sacred signs?
Will it, as muse, retain a power
For its having been,
And then no more?

What saints and angels
Sent my way,
Colored its day?
In sorrow,
Who came to hold my hand?
In joy,
Who shared my hearth?

Were there hugs, and smiles,
And laughter to tilt the scale of grief?
Can kisses and embraces be resurrected,
That fires of love be stoked
To warm and blaze anew?

Has my thanksgivings
Been recorded in the pyre,
Written in the embers now glowing
As tiger eyes flashing from the ash.

Years come, doomed , too soon to go,
But let them not hurry
To a crypt without a wake.
Drink the happy wine of memory,
Sip, as the seasons turn.
Contemplate and savor
The seasons of your soul.

©2011  Joann Nelander

Superman" -<strong>Dr Peter Kreeft

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To Be for Jesus

To Be for Jesus

Yours, totally Yours!
The wonder of it!

To be, so small,
A little nobody,
And, yet, to hold the gaze
Of the Lord of the Universe.

It is not for my merit,
That You attend my supplication.

All I have read, or heard, or done,
Fills not a thimble,
Yet, straight from the Holy Font,
You knew me
And attended to my cry.

It is grace that holds sway.
Your grace.
I am graced,
Graced by Love,
Graced by Mercy.

I am that babe,
That waits to be picked up,
And seated with You on Your throne.
If I am to judge nations,
Let it be from a throne upon Your lap.

Having sinned,
I deserve not breath,
But, crying out,
With a heart,
Fixed onto Your own,
Trust drew You to me.

Love bends Your ear,
And inclines Your Heart.
Make my poor heart
Like unto Your own,
Rich in mercy,
Resplendent in Love.

Be for me, All.
O, Lord, fill my heart,
And mind,
With holy expectations
Of Your Mercy,
Drawn from the Heart of Your Love.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Stephen Hawking’s view of Heaven: A response

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The Blood and the Blood

The Blood and the Blood and the Blood!
O, Holy Blood,
Terrible and torrential,
Rain down rivers of Mercy,
To ravage the Defiler,
And assuage the anger of God.

Wash blasphemy from the tongue of Man,
And flood the souls of Men
With grace, pure, lovely, and above nature,
To inundate the depths of humanity,
And carry the Sons and Daughters of God,
High on baptismal waters
To crest in waves of praise,
And break on heavenly shores,
There to adore the Most adorable,
To love the Most Lovable,
And to glorify the Most Glorious Blood of Jesus, Savior.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

Sun of Justice

Haloed, Your Sun doth rise in the East.
He advances, heralded in glory.

Seraphim infuse the heavens with Anthems of Holy Love.
The earth trembles as His chariot mounts the sky And ring it ’bout in blackness.

Lightnings flash, spanning the horizon,
Announcing His Majesty ,
Declaring the coming of Light.

The long night’s o’er.
Here comes Eternal Good.
Now the reign of Dayspring and Morning Star.
Here comes in might the dawn of Justice,
Bowing to His Mercy,
Visiting those robed in garments washed in His Blood.

They rise up with the dawn,
All who have shown mercy in their time.

Come, O Sun of Justice,
Spill gladness and grace
To put to flight the Enemy.

Receive our “Amen, Alleluia”,
As we, Your Children of the Light,
Rise to meet You in the clouds.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

What Did Pope Francis Change About Communion for Divorced Catholics?

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Prayer by St. Claude de la Colombiere

Prayer by St. Claude de la Colombiere

“O God, what will You do to conquer the fearful hardness of our hearts?

Lord, You must give us new hearts, tender hearts, sensitive hearts, to replace hearts that are made of marble and bronze.

You must give us Your own Heart, Jesus. Come, lovable Heart of Jesus. Place Your Heart deep in the center of our hearts and enkindle in each heart a flame of love as strong, as great, as the sum of all the reasons that I have for loving You, my God.

O holy Heart of Jesus, dwell hidden in my heart, so that I may live only in You and only for You, so that, in the end, I may live with you eternally in heaven.”

Father Jose Maniyangat Story Hell,Heaven and Purgatory by father Mary Joseph in his homily

Pope Francis’ Catechesis on Christian hope

Pope Francis’ Catechesis on Christian hope

“Dear Brothers and Sisters, Good morning!

This is the final catechesis on the theme of Christian hope, which has accompanied us since the beginning of this liturgical year. I shall conclude by speaking about Paradise, as the aim of our hope.

“Paradise” is one of the last words spoken by Jesus on the Cross, addressed to the good thief. Let us pause for a moment on this scene. On the Cross, Jesus is not alone. Beside him, on the right and on the left, there are two criminals. Perhaps, passing before those three crosses raised on Golgotha, one drew a sigh of relief, thinking that at last justice had been done by putting such people to death.

Next to Jesus is even a confessed criminal: one who recognizes that he deserved that dreadful torture. We call him the “good thief”, who, as opposed to the other, says: “we are receiving the due reward of our deeds” (Lk 23:41).

On Calvary, on that tragic and holy Friday, Jesus reaches the finality of his Incarnation, of his solidarity with we sinners. Fulfilled there is what the Prophet Isaiah had said of the suffering Servant: “he was numbered with the transgressors” (cf. 53:12; cf Lk 22:37).

It is there, on Calvary, that Jesus has his final appointment with a sinner, to throw open the gates of His Kingdom for him too. This is interesting: it is the only time that the word “Paradise” appears in the Gospels. Jesus promises it to a “poor devil” who, on the wood of the cross, had the courage to proffer Him the most humble of requests: “Remember me when you have entered your kingdom” (cf. Lk 23:42). He had no good works to assert; he had nothing; but he entrusted himself to Jesus, whom he recognized as innocent, good, so different from himself (v. 41). Those words of humble remorse were enough to touch Jesus’ heart.

The good thief reminds us of our true condition before God: that we are his children, that he feels compassion for us, that he is defenseless each time we show our nostalgia for his love. In many hospital wards or prison cells this miracle is repeated countless times: there is no person, as bad a life as he may have lived, who, faced with despair, is without recourse to grace. We all appear before God empty-handed, somewhat like the tax collector in the parable who had stopped to pray at the back of the Temple (cf. Lk 18:13). Each time a person, performing the last examination of conscience of his life, discovers that his shortcomings far exceed his good deeds, he must not feel discouraged, but must entrust himself to God’s mercy. And this gives us hope; it opens our heart!

God is Father, and he awaits our return to the very end. And when the prodigal son returns and begins to confess his sins, the father closes his mouth with an embrace. (cf. Lk 15:20). This is God: this is how he loves us!

Paradise is not a fairytale place, much less an enchanted garden. Paradise is the embrace of God, infinite Love, and we enter there thanks to Jesus, who died on the Cross for us. Where there is Jesus there is mercy and happiness; without him there is cold and darkness. At the hour of death, a Christian repeats to Jesus: “Remember me”. And even if there may no longer be anyone who remembers us, Jesus is there, beside us. He wants to take us to the most beautiful place that exists. He wants to take us there with the small or great deal of good that we have done in our life, so that nothing of what he has already redeemed may be lost. And into the Father’s house he will also bring everything in us that still needs redemption: the shortcomings and mistakes of an entire life. This is the aim of our existence: that all be fulfilled, and be transformed into love.

If we believe this, death ceases to frighten us, and we can also hope to depart from this world in a peaceful way, with so much confidence. Those who have met Jesus no longer fear anything. We too can repeat the words of the elderly Simeon; he too was blessed by the encounter with Christ, after a lifetime spent in anticipation of this event: “Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word; for mine eyes have seen thy salvation” (Lk 2:29-30). At that instant, at last, we will no longer need anything; we will no longer see in a confused way. We will no longer weep in vain, because all has passed; even the prophecies, even consciousness. But not love: this endures. Because “love never ends” (1 Cor 13:8).”

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