Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I wonder about your mystery
And I find myself wondering even more
No Thought, no Reason can contain you
I bow before you

Children of The Mother

Blessed Mother,
Ever so caring
Forever loving

Before you I am nothing
I ask for nothing
You know everything, mother.

Grant bountifully as you always do
To your children
Great and small.

I do the only thing I can do.
I say,
Thank you for everything.

Even your punishments
Have the sweetness of a mother's

Thank you, mother of mankind.
Glorious And sweet.

Friday, June 26, 2009

The New Dawn

"The night is far spent. The day is at hand." (Romans 13:12).
Mother dear, You told me this.
Why ?
I see nothing but darkness all around.
Not a hint of dawn. Not a hint of light.
Mother of Light, if it pleases you,
Shed upon all
The light of your beatitude,
The light of your glory.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Divine Mother.
I am confused
And gnawed by doubts.

You reside in me.
I belong to you.

Show me the way.
My mind is numb.
Thought leads me nowhere.

Mother of all worlds
You are beyond thought.
Your ways are mysterious,
Like that of your Son's Father.
You baffle me.

But be merciful.
Do not taunt me so.

Sunday, June 21, 2009


Now I understand why you called me a hypocrite (Luke 13:15).

Unworthy as I am I sought to know the unknowable.
Fathom the unfathomable.
Understand that which cannot be understood.

I, who cannot even face the travails of this mere world presumed to face the Ultimate.

And then, day after day, I come wailing to you
Seeking solace.

You are right, Holy Mother.
I am a hypocrite.

Strength - A Prayer

Holy Mother.
Give me strength.
My heart sprints out of control.
And my mind is weak.
I saw you on Golgotha, standing next to the beloved disciple.
You were like a statue hewn of the finest marble.
Not a tear besmirched your face.
No groan distorted your silent grief.
I saw the Myrrh-bearer weep holding bravely on to the foot of the cross.
I saw fear, I smelt shame.
But, glory to thee Madonna, you led by example.
You heard and so do I, the final resignation in that voice of voices- It is over.
You, the mother, who bore in yourself creation itself.
I lack your strength.
I lack your belief.
I lack your instinctive knowledge of eternal truths.
So I beg thee Mother, give me strength.
Strength to bear the cross that is life,
Till I too can leave this worthless shell behind.

The Chosen

"You did not choose me. I chose you". (John 15:16)
Why did you choose me ?
What did I do ?
Why do you punish me so harshly ?
This is a cross I cannot bear.


Holy Mother, you have taught me the meaning of the word "Sinner".
I thank you.
Now punish me, for I do not seek absolution.

A Hymn to my Mother

Blessed Mother
Beautiful and loving
Unarmed but for a mother's unwavering Love.
You look so utterly helpless
Stricken and bereft of hope
Mother of Mankind since the beginning.

Is that why I love you so much.
Holy Mother.
Giver of eternal hope
And everlasting peace.

The Holy Bible, KJV
The Bible, King James Version
The Douay-Rheims Bible

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