Theresa's thoughts too!

I open my eyes to harsh despair Soul rotting and mind laid bare. The pit is dark, cold and deep The climb upwards grows ever steep. The walls of the pit are jagged rock They smell of sin, mold and rot. Gasping for air or a sign; I perceive the stench is mine. Anxious, I stare at the pit's entrance I cry out for Your presence.  By my screams the fog enhance; My vision barred by blame's trance. I try to climb up, heart filled with shame Down I slip my palms are maimed. I try harder, harder still Till I can no more tears spill. Down to my knees I sink and gaze up My mind numb and soul corrupt. Hope lost of attaining life  I await death and fate's strife.  I turn to sit, but am shocked to see - You standing right beside me. All along You were here with me! How patiently You waited for me to see. You the honey in my heart of rock - Sweetness that I have forgot.  But, how can I taste the trough  For I have but closed You off.  You stretch out Your hands to me and...

To Mother divine I stand before all - scarred with sin; My soul is bruised and stained within. I stand before all - clothed in shame And raise my eyes to you sweet dame. I turn to you - O Mother divine; Your smile is loving, sweet and fine. I show you the wrongs that I have done; You show me Jesus - your loving Son. I stand before all - scarred and frayed; No spear or sword or shield or blade. I kneel before you hopeful still; To give you my heart and my will. You I choose to be my Queen; To you I give what is and has been. My body, my soul, my every deed, To offer to God for those in need. Theresa.V Inspired by the words of St. deMontford in the 33 Days to morning glory consecration ("In the presence of all the heavenly court, I choose you this day for my Mother and Queen.") It felt like I was soldier (a prayer soldier) and I was accepting my duties of prayer & obedience of God's word whilst telling Mary that she was going to be mentor and guide. "The queen who ...

THE DANCE OF SPRING The rivers are aflow and the flower beds dance, The birds soar to the heavens - their songs are glad! Men sing songs throughout the land As the earth rejoices at the work of God's hand. Death has departed - life washed and restored Spring has arrived and the earth is aglow! All beings exclaim - they praise and adore The God of heaven - who smiles from his abode. Theresa.V I read Ps.65 today...and envisioned how God is the reason we have all the stuff we need (and more!). And since spring is a season of "Life" it felt right to associate that with God.  Spring is sort of the time we are in right now - after Jesus died for us on the cross. "Death" is not human death...but death in the sense that we wouldn't have got to see God if Jesus hadn't died for us.  So, I'm trying to metaphorically depict how much we humans are grateful that Jesus died for us and how grand the grace of his death is for us.

PRAYER FOR PEACE She searched the earth for Silver and Gold; She searched the sea for tales untold.. She searched the distant hills and vales, But her quest to find happiness had sadly failed. She roamed the cities near and far. She saw weakness and also power... She heard of battles and great wins, But she observed the pain and scarred skin. She found death, desperation and fear; She found starvation, cold and tears, She found resentment, found no relief - But she also found warmth, love and peace. For within the homes of the dry cold lands, Families sat - hand in hand... Offering prayers of hope and love And asking for well-being to the Lord above. She did not understand the pain and sin. She didn't celebrate the glorious win. She did however fold her hands in prayer And thanked the Lord for love, hope and care. Theresa.V