Music of Mother

In my beginning,

You were there,

Constant in the throbs

That matched my own.

 

When I came forth

Into the light

Into the cold,

You were my warmth,

Enfolding.

 

Now, you carry me,

At your bosom,

I sway gently

With your every move.

 

Even in sleep,

As in our earlier days,

With you surrounding me,

Your rhythm is comfort,

And your heartbeat, a lullaby.

 

Embraced, at your breast,

I learn the dance,

Loving,
I follow your lead.

 

©2016 Joann Nelander

 

The Kiss of Prayer

No one would argue
That I exist
And live this day
On Earth.
Yet, I know
That I am with You.

Here in this place
At this Time,
I breathe Heaven’s air
As I pray
"Come Holy Spirit"
And You come,
Bringing Heaven with You.

Scriptures says,
"Heaven and Earth shall kiss"
Am I not caught
In this embrace?

You Are God

You are God
Wholly Other,
Yet Your humanity
Embraces me
By sacrament.

You are the Head,
The Church, Your Mystical Body,
And in it
I wash my robes,
To take on
The Infant Life of Christ,
Wholly dependent,
Yet gifted
With abundant blessing.

You are God,
Wholly Other,
My Father receives me,
Clothed in the living Flesh
Of the beloved Son.

Copyright 2012 Joann Nelander
All rights reserved

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