Poem for My Married Friends

Author’s Note: Written in Summer 2013 as a wedding present for my friend and her new husband.

Poem for My Married Friends

My prayer for you, dear friends, is this:
That you may share in wedded bliss
While holding fast to Faith and Love,
Sharing below the Lord above.
Through trials and blessings the same,
May you ne’er fail to call His Name
While loving your companion true
In all struggles, both old and new.
I pray that this new family
Should be like God–The One And Three,
Who Is and Was and Is To Be–
In knowledge, love, and kind duty.
The Psalmist’s words, for you I pray:
“May they guard you in all your ways.”

Poem on St. Catherine of Siena

“To set the world on fire,

The soul rising up to God

Needs to proclaim the Lord’s Truth,

And not be silent through fear.

Without God’s great endurance,

Nothing worthy can be done.

For Love as Virtue is fire—

Hungered for, nourishing life—

To work the wonders of God

Among His priceless people.

God’s all comes from Virtue Love

To save us through His Certain,

Victorious Forgiveness.

Love Uncreated prospers

In Man’s Soul; the Soul, In Him.

For His Beloved Servants,

Every place is the right place;

And every time, the right time

To give such pleasing wisdom,

To see the Life of His Grace,

And lean against Christ Crossèd.

Father, give these Souls Yourself;

Let them be whom You Have Made

So they may set all ablaze.”

All these were her prayers and words

For her beloved brethren;

To the Heavenly Bridegroom,

And His weak but chosen Bride.

Her faith staved off the maelstrom,

Her hope kept the sails aloft,

Her love helped preserve His Ship.

O Lovely Caterina,

Always pray for us, His Ship;

By the Angels’ Orchestra,

His Saints’ Heavenly Chorus,

And Our Church’s Passing Song—

May your name be ever blest.

Lord, may it be so. Amen.

—In May Two-Thousand Thirteen

Poem on Elijah & the Divine Heralds

Author’s Note: This poem was written in 2011, and is based on Elijah’s visit to Mount Horeb in 1 Kings 19. Again, only the first two stanzas are on the site. For the rest of the poem, please see the Word Document.

The Divine Heralds

I fell asleep in a church once.

The sanctuary was a cave—dark and dense with prayers.

The rosemary incense was my anesthesia,

And the chanting was my lullaby…

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I dreamt I was in a cave,

And I was the prophet Elijah—

In the sanctuary, the very womb, of Horeb,

The Mountain of the LORD…

The rest of the poem is here: Divine Heralds