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2/26/12

Giving Gifts to God

 

 

Babe of Bethlehem,

Your Star still lights the way.

You are the loveliest flower,

Your Father’s good creation,

A wondrous bouquet.

Kings are approaching,

Bearing gifts,

While this New Day dawns.

This day finds me by Your side,

Reverently watching,

As you nurse

At Mother Mary’s breast.

In the ordinary tasks of Motherhood,

Mary is all gift.

Strangely, I am learning

As I gaze on Your holy family.

I squeeze in between

The donkey and the lamb,

Service and sacrifice

Becoming everything in Love.

How can I help?

What can I bring You?

Mary reads my heart and smiles.

You have made her a Mother,

And she already knows,

She is mine.

In loving You,

She is loving me,

And I am wrapped in familial sweetness,

Wanting to give in kind.

Previous Infant, You

are changing everything.

The world without is passing,

Almost as a stranger.

I let it pass,

For I, now, know,

I am passing, too.

Without fear, I look on You,

Your days on Earth are numbered,

And yet, they are without end.

I, too, accept Your Father’s will.

Kings are approaching,

Searching for meaning,

and giving all

To come to You.

Wise Men, heartened by Your Star,

Following the signs

And listening with their hearts,

Doing all that they can do,

And accepting from your angels,

What they could not know on their own,

Open hearts and open ears;

I must have the same.

I listen in the dark,

As new day dawns upon this world,

Now, filled with wonder;

I wonder, too.

What shall I give to You,

Having already given You my heart,

And all my dawning days?

Your Soul reaches out at my behest.

I hear You.

I, now, hear You.

It is, of course, the beat of Your Heart

That whispers in its smallness,

Yet seems to thunder

Within my breast.

“Souls, souls, souls;

Give me, souls!”

As Mary I become your handmaid.

I answer my “Amen.”

God Has Plans for You

 

God is counting on you.

God’s plan for the Universe includes you.

God’s plan for History includes you.

God’s plan of Salvation includes you.

God planned you.

You count!

 

Catch God’s vision.

When you are down,

Ask God, what’s up?

Plans can go wrong

But God is on track.

Are you?

 

Be faithful.

Little choices add up.

The ordinary is grace-filled opportunity.

That is the stuff of Saints.

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