Catholic Poems in Passing
 

A Collection
 


 

A Gathering Silence
 

There is a gathering silence
A whisper in the wind
The earth ceases too tremble at our feet
for a deeper brooding
In the deepest recess of the loss of being
That cannot un-be,
And would that it had never been.

A gathering silence
In a gathered breath of all being
Fraught with nameless expectation
Stirring in the leafless trees,
The deepest ember in a dying fire
Of all that was and which can never be
Again as once it was before.

A gathering silence in the hearts of men
Unknowing of Who cannot be known
But cannot not now come to be
Deepest secret, hidden longing, fire!
Hearts of childrened women
trembling at this hearth
of hidden Love consuming every heart!

A gathering silence on the spangled plain
Of earth that breasts on Heaven's face;
The silence before the bursting choir,
Breath abated under unseen wings
Stilled creation on the brink of birth
Ancient Promise binding sky and earth!
To break the sleeping scandal of the tomb

In that holy scandal of the Virgin's womb!
 

A Nun



Made in God's Image


Made in God's image?
Yes we all are.
So when people have abortions,
They've gone way too far.

They don't know who they're killing,
An angel from above
In the form of an innocent child,
 As peaceful as a dove.

The baby still rests, peacefully in its mother's womb,
Not knowing it's cradle will soon be a tomb.
It won't be able to see all of the world's features,
His people, His landmarks, and all of His creatures.

It's such a horrible thing to think of,
A mother having an abortion
Killing their own creature,
They must have a mental distortion.

Made in God's image?
Yes we all are.
So when people have abortions,
They've gone way too far.


by:
Gabrielle delGatto, age 14
December 14, 2004
St. Agnes
 

 


 

Warfare in the Night



Fears

like Spears

Stabbing through the night,

wounds not closed

seep memory's dried tears

anew upon the heart.

Feeble fingers

of the mind

grope and touch

the dark ....

A band of panic

ties its knot.

Imprisoned!

Confined!

Enclosed!


Fears

like Spears

brandish and taunt

pacing through nocturnal hours

The

Footsteps of evil.

Then?

Deep within a distant breath

begins to call,

At first, it is

but a fleeting gasp

and then a trembling sigh,

"Do not be afraid, it is I"

Unexpectedly!

An invasion of peace!

followed, quickly

by sleep's sweet release,

Battle is done.


And with the waking morn ?

Laid as by an invisible hand

across the gently

heaving breast

The pure white sword

of

The Spirit!

A Nun

 

 


 

Nun receiving the Holy Eucharist

 

SOLILOQUY

 

Soul: "As I approach the royal throne of the table of Gods Word I heard a voice issue forth from where I do not know"

God: "Come, be in communion with Me".

Soul: "Was it from without that the voice had come or was it from deep within me".

God: " I will nourish thee and set thee free".

Soul: "Both fear and joy welled up within me, and moved me forward and I saw the white circle of unleavened bread held high before me, and I heard the words ' I love thee . Then with faith I saw before me God and man upon the Cross, victim and yet priest, I saw a total surrender of a man to another being, a total union of wills, the complete embrace of the two wills was before me, the two persons had become one with the Spirit and neither moved or breathed without the other. Then I heard the voice once more"

God: "Come".

Soul: " I began to shrink back . But the voice continued".

God: "Fear not, I have paid the price for thee, I have made peace between thee and Me, come! I have purchased the eternal reward for thee, the vision of God for all eternity".

Soul: "And as I gazed upon that love that was before me, which no human eye can see I fell down and adored and saw that this love was offered to me. Rising slowly I opened myself completely and took the precious gift that is within me and murmured, here take it, it is my will, I give it freely"

God: "And in exchange".

Soul: "God began"

God: " I say to thee my precious one, My bride, My gem, come. take and eat, it is My Body"

Soul: " I took it and I eat it without fear"

God: " Take and drink, it is My Blood, poured out for thee".

Soul: "I took and drank".

God:  "Wilt thou go and do likewise for Me?"

 

A Cloistered Poor Clare Colettine Nun

 


 

A Gift of Roses



You look kindly
On my weakness
Therese……
Interceded,
As I cried
“I can’t go on!”
(Shaken by storms
And Jesus asleep
In His little boat)

Pleaded,
For the timid soul
You had taken
Under your wing.

He knew
It was not the time
For dark, empty nights;
Let you shower my day
With half-expected answers
To wistful prayers.

Blessings fragrant as roses
And within each bloom
I met the face
Oh His tenderness.
Understood how He listens.

Always.

In every circumstance.

Never ignoring
Or forgetting
But perfecting
His plans for me.

He has won my heart,
Captured it long ago…

Yet I shrink
From the furnace
Of His love,
Need you at my side:
Sister, teacher, friend,
Urging faithfulness
To your way and His,
Encouraging me to trust
When I doubt his nearness.

Especially then,
When He stays
Your hand;

Asks you to wait
Before you strew
More petals.


October 2008

 

Sheila Jacob
 


 

 Sweet Sacrament

 

As I sit here
(Silent, still)
I realise
I am smiling:
Have been smiling
Ten minutes or more,
Head on one side.
Enrapt in the One
Who beams back at me
With such ferocious love,
Drenches me
In soft-silver light
Brighter than this
Early May sun.

Understanding my sadness
And consoling me.
Knowing my sinfulness
And forgiving me,
Restoring me to the hub
Of my heart’s desire.


You are taken
From the monstrance.
It is time for Mass.

I am a candle
In a jar,
A lantern
In a window
Ablaze with joy
Throughout the Holy Sacrifice.

And as I kneel here,
(Silent, still)
The sacred host
Dissolving on my tongue
I realise I am blessed
With the gift
Of your love
And its Giver.

 

Sheila Jacob

 


 

 

 Reflection




Only in you
Am I finding myself.

Learning why shadows
Of my past
Are the sins
You show me now.

Thoughts I never examined,
Actions I never controlled

Day by day
I confront my wrongdoing
Yet you never punish:
Free me, instead,
From fruitless guilt;
Coax my heart loose
From its burden
Of self-pity.

Hour by hour
You restore
My broken vision
Then bring me
Before a mirror
That does not
Reveal my face
But reflects the beauty
Of your own,

Your dear tired eyes
Half-blind with love
As you hang there

Forgiving

Forgiving


November 2008

 

Sheila Jacob


 


 

Of Sparrows and Soldiers

 

Not one sparrow falls to the ground without HIS knowledge.......
For those who braved the storms of evil
for those fallen when the wood was green,
for those never recalled or found.....
Oh Lord thou knowest......
breath upon these slain that they may live in Thee!

 

A Nun

 


 

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