You, the holy fire
That purifies my soul,
The Holy Dove of
Divine Mercy,
Spiral downwards
And inflame my
Innermost being,
Burning away
All affection for sin,
Freeing the wings
Of my heart so that
I can spiral upwards
With you to Heaven,
And find union with
Divine Love.
I turn around and before me you stand,
one whose robe is dazzlingly white,
On your head is a glistening gold crown,
set with gemstones radiant and bright;
With great love, you bestow your peace upon me,
through your wonderfully warm brown eyes,
Your merciful smile cheers my heart,
so that my soul can most sweetly arise;
In the joyful breeze of the Holy Spirit,
your flowing hair so very gently swirls,
In my heart I totally surrender to you,
and for you this is a treasure of pearls.
Our Father’s eyes are upon us,
And we are gently caressed
By His compassionate gaze;
He speaks with a voice sublime,
Words of hope and encouragement,
Urging us to remain in Divine Mercy;
He knows everything about us,
The good, the bad, the ugly,
And yet, remarkably, He still loves us;
Then, we humbly approach Him,
Like the repentant prodigal son,
Wearing the tattered rags of sin:
He joyfully embraces and kisses us,
And, to our amazement, we are
Forgiven, and we are born again.
A Marian Prayer of Divine Mercy
Tuus totus ego sum,
Et omni mea tua sunt,
I am all yours, O my Jesus,
And all that I have is yours,
Through Santa Maria,
Your most holy mother;
Holy God,
Holy Mighty One,
Holy Immortal One,
Have mercy on us,
And on the whole world:
Jesus, I trust in You!
Thanksgiving for the Fruit of the Spirit
Dearest Jesus,
King of Divine Mercy,
I pray for myself, for my family,
For my faith community, for the world;
Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One,
Have mercy on us, and on the whole world;
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your love,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your joy,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your peace,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your patience,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your kindness,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your generosity,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your faithfulness,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your gentleness,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your self-control,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your divine wisdom,
Thank you Jesus, for the gift of your divine mercy;
Jesus, I trust in You!
O Lord of Love,
Through your holy grace,
I am free from all attachment to sin,
And free from all affection for sin,
And so, with a sincere heart,
I offer you this Our Father
And also this Hail Mary,
For the Holy Father’s intentions…
And along with these prayers,
Please accept my recent confession,
And this morning’s indulgenced work,
And reception of Holy Communion.
In short, I humbly request that
Through the hands of Our Lady,
The Queen of All Hearts,
You accept the little gift of
This plenary indulgence,
Offered for the benefit of _____.
Amen.
“Approach this
Sea of Mercy
with great trust.”
Jesus, I trust in You!
Her mouth opens wide
from a nasty frown,
Then as the rope flies up,
her teeth speed down;
Through bloody gossip
she lops off man’s head,
Thus his reputation is now
totally dead.
Being humbled
Cuts me down
To my true height,
The height of
A little child,
A child of God,
Who looks up
To His Daddy;
I am lifted high,
In His gentle
And powerful
Holy hands --
For nothing
Will be impossible
For Abba!
Every single day he’s at the first tee,
Swinging madly, the ball hits a big tree;
For five long hours he rips up the turf,
He treats his caddie as if he’s a serf;
Hooking and slicing all over the place,
A swinging corkscrew without any grace;
He wastes yet another day with his clubs,
Nothing but frustration with all his flubs;
All of this wouldn’t really be so bad,
But his son needs quality time with his dad.
the-godless-fear-
the-dangerous-and-
dreadful-death-spiral,-
the-dantean-inferno-
of-chilling-chain-reactions,-
of-technological-terrors,-
of-atomic-annihilation,-
plunging-us-deeper-
and-deeper-and-deeper-
down-down-down-into-
the-turbulent-tornado-
of-tomorrow.
Fear shackles us
In the dark night
Of unknowing;
But wholehearted trust
In the Divine Mercy
Is the golden key that
Unlocks Heaven’s door;
Then our hearts are
Overflowing with Love,
And with the magnificent
Fruit of the Spirit.
Fred is a linguistic
connoissewer,
And his foul words stink
like black manure;
His expletives are
nuclear missiles,
More irksome than
teeth-shattering whistles;
His vile phrases
detonate in our ears,
And our clean thoughts
the toxic fallout smears;
Of his weapon he is
extremely proud,
His soul is poisoned
in the mushroom cloud.
It is a passiveness
That brings no peace;
It is an aggressiveness
That silently implodes;
It is blind to the kind,
It destroys all joys,
It chills; for it kills.
We excitedly rocket through
cyberspace at supersonic speeds,
obsessively and compulsively
ricocheting back and forth,
from website to website,
magnetically mesmerised
by the alluring amusements of
the information superhighway;
but we are oblivious to the
hideous horrors that lurk
right underneath us as the
black spirit of Sauron stirs
in the giant spider-demons
that track our every move,
creeping and crawling
stealthily through the
slime and stench of
the dark web,
insidiously seeking
to exploit our weaknesses
and drag us deep down
into the infernal abyss.
Whispered sweetly, Maria’s
“Yes” ripples and reverberates
Through the Halls of Heaven,
And the Spirit speeds through the
Atmosphere in a powerful pulse
Of gleaming, virginal white light
Into the humble House of Gold:
And, behold, The Divine Mercy is
Incarnate.
These little electronic
beasts
have insatiable
app-etites.
Like possessive pets,
they feast on my
attention --
they demand that I
stroke them and pet them,
constantly,
more and more and more,
until I’m dazed and confused and
technologically schmoozed.
And then,
when I least expect it,
their sleek semiconductors
swallow my sleepy
soul.
Worldly anxiety
chokes
all of our joy and
strangles
all of our peace.
We start with small
roller coasters in our small
lives, seeking a little excitement.
But-it’s-not-enough-and-so-we-
want-to-go-even-faster-and-so-we
search-and-hunt-for-even-more-thrills.
ButIt’sNeverEnoughAndFasterAndFaster
WeGoUntilFinallyWeDerailFromThe
TracksOfTruthAndMoralityAnd
In centuries past, courtships took more time,
Holding hands was special and a little kiss sublime,
The merging of two hearts: as one they would rhyme.
ButNowIt’sHookUpsWithStrangersAndLotsOfAbuse,
APrettierGirlWalksByAndThenIt’sTimeToVamoose,
JustMeaninglessSexTillThey’reDeadInANooseAnd