God,
Concealed before my Eyes
Lord,
Hidden in this Church
Jesus,
Present here with Me
Love,
Spilling from my Heart
Hope,
Welling up Inside
Joy,
Bursting forth from Me
Wonder,
As I gaze upon You
Present,
Here and Everywhere
Hidden,
in this Tiny Host
© 2012 Amanda
Scared by the Angel’s words
yet willing to say “yes”
Knowing punishment was death
and agreeing all the same,
somehow strong with unseen grace
Journeying far away
with only one who did believe
holding an Infant Child,
God’s own Son and thine
and somehow strong with unseen grace
Returning to your homeland
life begins anew
your Son stays in the temple,
ready to begin His work
and somehow strong with unseen grace
At thirty when He left you
your spirit traveled with Him
to see His wondrous miracles
to see Him mocked and run from town
and somehow strong with unseen grace
And in the city you were there
when He was condemned to die,
there to see Him disgraced
and die a torturous death
yet somehow strong with unseen grace
And when He did arise
to leave this world for heaven,
He sent His Holy Spirit
to comfort you and be with you
and to keep you strong with unseen grace
© 2012 Amanda
I was inspired to write this poem when I was in Adoration the other night. I just seemed to flow from my pen as I sat before the Eucharistic Lord and asked Him for guidance.
What gift do you offer to the King of kings?
What can you give Him that truly comes from you?
What do you lay before Him?
Can you give a gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him gold?
A gift beyond all price?
A precious faith that knows no end?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him frankincense?
The rising incense of your prayers?
A hope that even this shall pass and better things shall come?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him myrrh?
A precious spice for His burial?
A love than can conquer even death?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him talents?
Special gifts He gave to you, given back for all the world?
Things that only you can do?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
What gift do you bring?
An expression of faith, hope, and love?
A gift that only you can give?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
© 2012 Amanda
Stunned to silence by the catch,
Simon raised his eyes to Christ.
The wisdom and the humor
he was used to in that face
were gone
and in their place he saw … a void
then waters, teeming with abundant life.
He fell down weakly to his knees
as the image sliced and turned.
He saw a man who looked like him,
walking, walking out upon the sea
then failing,
falling till he saw himself again,
older now and unafraid to speak the Truth
to thousands, even if he died.And then he saw the Master’s hands,
reaching out to help him rise,
from his death,
and from the sea,
and now, with the harvest of fishes —
all time at once — Eternity —
burning in the eyes of Christ.~ Poem Peregrine
Matthew 14: 22-33 (today’s reading)
John 21: 1-17
Genesis 1:21
Acts 2:14
”Every mother, when she picks up the young life that has been born to her, looks up to the heavens to thank God for the gift which made the world young again. But here was a mother, a madonna, who did not look up. She looked down to Heaven, for this was Heaven in her arms.” -Archbishop Fulton Sheen
(Source: my-crazy-catholic-life)