O PRECIOUS BLOOD

O PRECIOUS BLOOD

O Precious Blood of Jesus,

Rain on us, Your mercies anew,

Weary of sin, we implore You,

With virtue, our hearts now imbue.

O Healing Balm of Gilead,

Anointing effusions of grace,

The Price of our salvation,

Redeeming the human race.

O Living Streams of Mercy,

O wondrous, resplendent Flood,

From stricken, pierced, and open side,

Flows Sacramental Blood.

Liken us, O Divine Mercy,

To Dismas, the thief on the cross,

Stealing through humble contrition,

A Kingdom undoubtedly lost.

Benevolent Dewfall immerse us,

With graces anew from above,

Crimson rays streaming God’s mercy,

White rays, His incandescent love.

Myra D’Souza / 30th July 2025

LOVE STOOPS LOW

It is no exaggeration to say that the Sacred Heart is the Holy Eucharist. The Eucharist is the same Infinite Love who is God and who out of love for us became man and is here on earth. When we receive Him, that same God is within us. Love wants us to be intimate. Love wants us to be near. Love wants us to be close to the one whom it loves. The Holy Eucharist is divine genius! Fr. John A. Hardon SJ

What is this gentle movement,

Deep within my soul?

Softly, quietly I soar,

Lifted high, upward, aloft,

As if on eagle’s wings,

And then my heart descends,

Deep into a fathomless abyss,

Aglow with mystery and light.

All my longings now are satisfied,

When I consume the Son of God,

Made Man in flesh.

My soul is held enthralled,

As time and space dissolve,

And I, in rapturous reverence and awe,

Worship and adore my Lord,

Tabernacled in my soul.

The Almighty Word, the Conqueror,

Leaps down from heaven,

We are no longer two but one, 

United in a spousal love,

And I, inebriate a while,

Am sanctified, strengthened, and renewed,

As I abide for just a little while,

With the Bridegroom of my soul.

Myra D’Souza – 14 November 2024

27 June 2021 -  Wisdom 18:15

HELP MY UNBELIEF

I built a fence then shut the gate,

I sealed and barred the doors,

I checked each window yet again,

Then curled up on the floor.

I wanted neither neighbor,

Nor friend, nor family,

To share my pain and bitterness,

And offer sympathy.

My sullen pride I nurtured,

My wounded heart I nursed,

My stricken spirit cowered,

Believing I was cursed.

I fought the many specters,

Of a past once steeped in sin,

Well-deserved my desolation,

And the loss of peace within.

Capricious as quicksilver,

The promise of my youth,

Was gone before I savored it,

Just like the morning dew.

I lost my childlike innocence,

Dreams spun from fairy gold,

Were ground to dust and ashes,

Reality was cold.

I long to have a Savior,

I long to have redress,

I long for new beginnings,

I long for happiness.

I do not know the Father,

I know little of His Son,

How then can I be pardoned, 

For all the wrongs I've done?

All I need to do they say,

Is kneel to Him and pray,

"Lord Jesus, please forgive me,

Wash all my sins away."

Lack of faith and grievous sins,

Have brought me endless grief,

If You can hear me, Lord, I beg You, 

Help my unbelief!

Myra D'Souza - 1st November 2009 /

Revisited 20th February 2021