In Conversation - Jesus and I

“Come closer, draw nearer, my sister my bride,
In Holy Communion cleave to me a while,
Yielding in perfect submission to Me,
Consumed and assumed in divine mystery.”

 “Unrivaled the Gift of Yourself to me  Lord,
Our hearts beat as one now in perfect accord,
You ravish and lavish my soul with rich grace,
I in return offer worshipful praise.”

“A most willing Captive of Love in your soul,
I long for the love of hearts tepid and cold,
Those who respond to my love are too few,
Unequalled my joy  for this time spent with you.”

“Too brief is Your visit, too soon we must part,
These wonderful moments will live in my heart,
I’ll savor the Gift of Yourself to me, Lord,
And long for tomorrow till we meet again.”

                                                                Myra D’Souza / 21 February 2012

(This one is inspired by a priest who said sternly to me, "Come closer," when I stood a little at a distance to receive Jesus in Holy Communion.) 

AWAKE MY SOUL

Awake my soul!

Here comes Your God,
He rides the dawn,
His chariot swifter than the wind,
Scatters the clouds.
He is magnificent,

Brighter than the noon day sun,

He sets the sky ablaze,
With the fire of His love,

Skirting the horizon,
And flaming it from red to gold.
His beauty dims the stars,
And those that tarry
Twinkle shyly pausing for a while,
To catch a lingering glimpse,
Of the God of all creation.

Awake my soul!

Myra D'Souza / 14th February 2012

THE BRIDE - DESIREE

Standing on the threshold of today,
She casts a smiling glance
At yesterday.
Brimming with expectant joy,
She pauses just a while,
Before she steps into
The promise of tomorrow.

Dark and night are left behind,
The play of light upon her face
Stir memories to life,
And once again are seen,
Her mother’s smile, Her mother’s eyes,
Her mother’s impish sense of fun,
Provoking much delight.

Streams of blessings overflow,
Directed by her mother’s hand,
Now clasped in Christ’s,
They pour from Him through her,
To this her first born child,,
Who scintillates in creamy lace,
And satin soft and white.

 Myra D'Souza / 9th February 2012

TIME AND I

There was a time when sin and I,
Walked hand in hand together,
I let the world possess me
And it did with deadly sway.
It was a time in youth when I,
Was frequently quite foolish,
I never sought to find the time,
Nor did I will to  pray.

There was a time I walked alone,
In darkness, gloom and peril,
My innocence was threatened,
Through my ignorance of guile,
A time when frailty of spirit,
Often would beset me,
A time when evil sneered and sought,
To lure me with beguile.

There was a time of fierce distress,
And overwhelming sorrow,
Anguish scoured and seared my soul,
With stupefying grief.
A time for letting go to  God,
The baby I'd been given, 
Gone with no goodbye she left ,
Memories too brief.

Time and I have walked awhile,
Astutely she has taught me,
How sin corrodes the souls of those
Whose lives are shorn of grace.
I’ve learned the paradox that love,
Spends not itself in giving,
Suffering enabled me,
Meet Jesus face to face.

Myra D'Souza / 7 February 2012

I Will Not Be Discouraged

                                           

                                       No, 

I will not be discouraged,
When people don’t respond
With smiles
To meet my own.
When my hand,
Held out in friendship
Finds no answering clasp.
I will not feel dismay so readily,
When I reach out
With arms flung open wide
Expectantly,
Then have them drop 

Embarrassedly,
Seeing a vacant stare.
Why are people so afraid
To touch,
To laugh,
To love with abandon,
To look you in the eye?
Why are they afraid?
I’ll never know,
But it is I 

Who will decide,
Not to be discouraged.

Myra D'Souza / 7FEB 2012