Weaned Child

I am the weaned child,
Upon Your knee.
Forgetful of time,
I curl Your hair about my fingers,
And tug at Your heartstrings.

My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday,
Lie by the stairs,
By which I began my ascent to You.

Comfort me.
Cuddle me.
Tickle me.

You spend Your universe,
As You had always planned,
Delighting one so small,
The least of the Children of Man.

© 2012 Joann Nelander

My Prayer

Words are swirling

Like leaves,

Lifted heavenward,

On bursts of emotion,

Only to settle quietly,

As the storm of love  passes

Into Abiding Presence. 


© 2012 Joann Nelander

Into Stillness Poetry–Listen, Read, Preview /book

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It’s Sunday

Come Lord, feed Your Church;
It’s Sunday!
Command us, “Rise” with You;
It’s Sunday!

Day of the Lord,
Day of Promise,
Day of supplication,
Day of fulfillment.
It’s Sunday!

Gathered with the Mother,
In the sunshine presence
Of celestial hosts,
Rejoicing with the Chosen,
It’s Sunday.

©2012 Joann Nelander

I Love Waking Up

I love waking up
In the Heart of Jesus.
Before my eyes even open
I feel You all about me.
You are looking at Me
As Mary looked on You
In slumber serene.

I am stirring.
You are smiling Your “Good morning”
I see You are not alone
I blow my heartfelt kisses
To Your happy entourage.
Heavenly family, you, too,
Welcome me to New Day.

Yes, Sweet Jesus, I am ready.
You’ve watched over me in sleep;
Now, again, I pick up my cross.
Walk the hours of today,
As Light upon my way.

By Joann Nelander

Copyright 2012


Sheep and Herder

Amish Lunch in the Wood

Seeing is Believing? What Do You See?

While bicycling, I came upon this tree.

I was stopped in my tracks by what I saw.

On my next ride , I took this  photograph. 

What, if anything other than a tree, do you see? 

Scourging and Crucifixion imaged in living tree

To Greater Heights

  1. Lift me to Your shoulder;
    Carry me, henceforth.
    I can see all things in a new way,
    From my throne above the world.
    Your Shepherd’s crook in view,
    A sign of assurance,
    Calming the sea, defeating the flesh,
    Vanquishing the Foe.

    Perched in Paradise,
    I ride above the storm.
    Battles won by stillness,
    Flames quenched by Water from the Rock.

    Carrying the one You love,
    Bearing Your burden,
    Loving Your labor,
    Loving me.

    I see the wound of Your Cross.
    I see Blood,and Bone,
    And I see me,
    Carved in flesh,
    As you carry me,
    Onward and upward,
    On to greater heights.

    © 2012 Joann Nelander

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