FRIEND OF MY HEART --(Written with a little heartache for a friendship that I thought had not stood the test of time. Thankfully I was wrong - it did!)

I chased the sound of laughter,

In the summer of an age,

When I weaved childish fantasies,

With the visage of a sage.

Looking back with longing,

Clutching on to straws,

Hungering to keep alive,

A season’s spell that was.

I blew on dying embers,

Cooling through the years,

Viewing a cherished friendship,

Fade and disappear.

In a flash spoke Wisdom,

Through the written Word,

Do not trust in mortals,

Place all your hope in God.

My truest Friend was waiting,

Until I recognized,

That He alone can love me,

With a love that satisfies.

The God of all creation,

Embraced me in His light,

When I let go my childish dreams,

And let the past take flight.

Myra D’Souza/15th April 2010

THE BRIDE OF THE LAMB - I wrote this poem as a tribute to my beloved sister Sandra who showed us how to live and to die. She will be remembered as one who lived her life with grace and courage and above all selfless love. She left to be with God on 03 April 2010 (Holy Saturday)

The Lord has turned my mourning into dancing,

He carried me from darkness into light,

Joy rode the dawn and on that glorious morning,

The Lamb appeared to claim me for His bride.

I have forgotten all my days of sorrow,

My bed in which my body racked with pain,

The painful agony of my life’s ended,

Consumed are faith and hope, but love remains.

The cross that Jesus Christ placed on my shoulder,

Hewn from the one He bore at Calvary,

Would often seem too great for me to carry,

Had He not walked each painful step with me.

My agony a prayer, my tears a blessing,

I offered all for you that you may be,

Someday with me and one in Christ united,

In love and joy and peace eternally.

Myra D’Souza – 13th April 2010

IN MARY'S SCHOOL

In the school of Mary,

I learn humility.

To walk alongside Jesus,

With fidelity.

My Mama trains me daily,

To seek the narrow way,

That leads to my Redeemer,

So I will never stray.

In the school of Mary,

My soul learns to be still,

She helps me recognize His voice

So I can do His will.

The first of Christ's disciples,

Teaches me to pray,

To put the needs of others,

Ahead of mine each day.

My Mama has the power,

To crush the serpent’s head,

God’s highly favored daughter,

Makes Satan quake in dread.

Like a child I lay my head,

On Mama Mary’s breast,

Enfolded in her loving arms,

My soul finds perfect rest.

Myra D’Souza/18 Jan 2010