Sometimes I foolishly
Sow the wind, and then
Reap the whirlwind,
And at times like this,
When I’m out of balance,
When I’m out of patience,
I walk to my peaceful hermitage,
A quiet little place that is
Covered with Spanish tiles,
Surrounded by beautiful clusters
Of bright pink bougainvilleas and
Vibrant green little palm trees;
Here I search the Scriptures,
Conversing with the good God,
Like a lost frightened little child,
And I rest in the calm sweet
Arms of Our Lady of Love,
Who refreshes my soul in
The swirling breeze of the Spirit,
In the light of the Divine Mercy.