Jesus had a perfect link to Source,
Untainted, unbroken, understood.
When his Creator father called,
With a vision perfect and crystal clear,
With a heart harboring no doubt,
With a life showing no resistance…
Even when things got tough,
Even with his body beaten, broken, blood stained,
Stripped bare of pride and human dignity,
Even up to the final breath,
Of his unfair death,
He never dropped the call.
Thank you Jesus for taking the call, thereby erasing our fate and securing our life everlasting.
by gilda patricia
Jesus lives in-between the dark and the light.
Please be the bridge to take us there!
In the harsh glaring daylight,
Lives the judge,
And in the darkest night’s hidden corners,
The judged, who cower, lie in wait…
There’s another way, another time and space,
Created as the sun rises and sets,
Where beauty, joy and wonder weave themselves,
Into a magical playground,
Perfectly blending love and light,
In this space between.
Coming down to earth,
Rising from the dead,
And opening heaven’s gates,
Fulfilled half of Jesus’ wish.
But getting every last one
Of his children home,
Would surely make
His Will complete.
His Will for us…
We then help Jesus to fulfill,
A Will most loving, most perfect,
most holy and complete.
Jesus, being God, had “cart blanche”
Chance to be anything, go anywhere,
Instead he chose to stay…
In the fire and the brimstone,
To face the music of another (every) man’s song,
To settle someone else’s score,
To right someone else’s wrong,
And to rewrite history,
All by the ripe old age of 33.
On Christmas, He was born,
And by Easter reborn…
So that souls would know mercy,
grace and love forevermore.
Quite the “To Do” List!
Thank God for Jesus’ where-with-all.
Or where would we be?
Most blessed and Happiest Easter.
No one told You to give up your life,
No one told You to die,
No one told You to forgive all our sins,
To carry Your cross to Your grave,
For life eternally ours.
So Jesus, I’d just like to ask, why?
No answer followed,
Just the gasp of a final breath,
And the proof of a love
Which could be no greater.
Blessed Good Friday to all.
Jesus won’t fan the flames,
Of your broken heart, or
Dry the tears that cling to
It’s despairing walls,
Until you dust off your
And de-rust your sense of trust…
Then watch the healing breath,
Of Divine Love,
Breeze through and all around,
The fresh air of grace...
Clearing away stagnant
Remnants of a broken past,
Sad souls reawakening,
Lives once damaged…
Jesus Your Presence,
Is the greatest present.
You are pure love, peace
For me, you would sit,
And wait for eternity…
This Christmas, may I not forget,
Take for granted or overlook,
Your enduring peaceful Spirit,
Which surpasses the human understanding.
May I not get too caught up,
Or lost in the holiday craze…
Forgetting You are the true
“Reason for the season!”
You may not come wrapped in,
Ribbons and bows,
Your subtle, quiet Light,
May not glisten as bright,
As the Rockefeller Center tree,
In New York City…
But as for peace and understanding,
Nothing matches the Light,
Of Your Loving Presence…
Christmas, the gift of
Christ living within our souls.