THE CROSS AND THE CROWN (LUKE 9:23-25)

Invited to take up my cross,
the one He’s hewn for me,
not dolefully but willingly
in joy and misery.

To live my life conformed to His
tho’ difficult the call,
to follow in His footsteps
through vinegar and gall.

He urges me most tenderly
to yield and let Him place
the cross that I must carry —
He will supply the grace.

I’m doggedly determined
to reject His ardent plea,
the way is far too arduous
to Mount Calvary.

Concupiscence has bound me,
shame and guilt long fled.
I’m crassly unremorseful, for
the Blood for me He shed.

Indifferent to His thorn-crowned brow,
the lance that pierced His side,
the brutal scourging tearing flesh,
the nails that crucified.

If I remain impenitent
on judgment day He’ll say,
‘Be gone, I never knew you, for
you spurned the narrow way.

You shunned my gift of mercy,
without a qualm or care.
You’ve forfeited My Kingdom
as my bride and my co-heir.’

LUKE 9:23-25

Myra D’Souza / 18 April 2026

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

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