LOVE RIDES AT DAWN

Love rides at dawn,
To rouse my soul from sleeping night,
His touch will set  it all aglow,
Enfolding it in light.

The slowly  dying embers,
Of my love  ‘neath ashes gray,
Will be rekindled  once again,
As I begin to pray.

From cinders, He will stir to life,
The flicker to a flame,
He'll cast aside all darkness,
As He gently calls my name.

His love evokes an antiphon,
Of  praise in joyous phrase,
He will imbue and permeate,
My soul with wondrous grace.

This bruised reed is strengthened,

By Him Whom I adore

The unction of His Spirit,

Restores to life once more.

Myra D’Souza
23 January 2012

THE GOOD SAMARITAN - Luke 10:25-37

“I love You Lord,”
How easily the words
Slither like the snake in Eden’s garden,
Reeking of deceit.
I am the Levite and the Priest,
Rolled into one,
For I’ve refused to love,
My neighbor as myself.

Behold the man that I refuse to see,
Cold my contempt for him,
For having left Jerusalem ,
To jaunt in Jericho.
Self righteously I cross the road,
As far away from him as I can get,
Yet I dare to sit upon God’s throne,
Consigning him to hell.

While I make haste lest I be late,
To make my own ascent to Zion.

No time to love my neighbor as myself,
To wash and bathe his wounds,
With the gentle oil of kindness.
I withhold the wine,
Of  my compassion,
I have no unction sweet,
To salve his hurt and heal his heart,
So unlike the Good Samaritan.

Myra D’Souza / 6th October 2011

The Door to Life Anew

 Profound is our distress,
As we keep sacred vigil ,
Round your bed.

No cry escapes your lips,
  Skin cleaves to bones,
Your body deathly still.

Your soul prepares for flight,
One journey ends,
Another soon begins.

Each says a last goodbye,
I lift your hand and place it,
One more time against my lips.

You meet my gaze
We make a silent pledge
That we will meet again.

Faith the sentinel to Love,
Declares death but a sign,
Abundant Life goes on.


Myra D’Souza / 29 September 2011