THE SPIRIT AND I

 

 A  soft, little  whisper,

A nudge to my soul,

Awake, I get down,

on my knees to the floor.

The Spirit is moving,

Enkindling in me,

A love that will flame,

To a blaze as He breathes.

In the rapt silence,

My  heart swells with praise,

Worship unspoken,

In jubilant phrase.

Aloft like an eagle,

My soul soars on high,

I meet with my God,

On the wings of a sigh.

Communing like Moses

As I face to face,

Encounter my God,

In this Holy Place.

Myra D’Souza / 27^th  May 2010

THE EUCHARIST

A day without the Eucharist,

Is dreary, dull and grey,

Hope loses all its promise,

Faith  lacks the will to pray.

He satisfies my hunger,

In the Eucharist,

Possessing Him I overflow,

With blissful happiness.

This holy, awesome Sacrament,

Empowers me with grace,

My soul holds in intimacy

My God in close embrace.

My soul a Sacred Monstrance,

My heart a sanctuary,

I am a living temple,

When God descends in me.

Myra D’Souza/24 May 2010