Always and Everywhere

. Always and everywhere Present . Present in silence Present in song . Present in sunshine And also in darkness . When I walk And when I wait . When I rest And when I rise . Everywhere hidden Everywhere shown . Everywhere lingering To make himself known. .

Like Him

. Like him Baptised . Like him Transfigured . Like him We suffer . Like him We die . Like him We rise. .

Arises A Star

. From winter Arises . A star Brighter . Than we saw In spring . Or in summer A word afar . We had not learnt To worship before. 'He brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light; He can bring thy summer out of winter, though thou have no spring... All …

I arise (3) – Rising from Burial

This series of posts focuses on the "protection prayer" known as "The Breastplate (or Lorica) of St. Patrick". Today's lines have a strange and challenging clashing combination of words: "I arise today ... through the strength of His Crucifixion with His Burial" How can anyone rise through another's suffering and death? How can anyone derive …

Ponder Why

. The fascinating Movement .  Of birds And leaves  . Against An endless sky  .  And we believe That we arise  . And ponder  Why? .

The Question

. The question is not Did he rise again . But will we Rise now . From lethargy And apathy . From our tiny Puddle of self-pity . And take on Our transformed by God identity? . from 'Songs of Rohr' (Vol. 2) . Image by monsterpong09 from Pixabay

Returning to the Light of Being

. It feels Like I’m returning to life . Returning to the light Of being . The way of me in The soreness of time . And my heart rises And I know the future . Can only be full Of graceful . Maybe painful But prayerful . And living Godly surprises. .

Like Him

. Like him Baptised . Like him Transfigured . Like him We suffer . Like him We die . Like him We rise. .

Returning to the Light of Being

It feels Like I’m returning to life . Returning to the light Of being . The way of me in The soreness of time . And my heart rises And I know the future . Can only be full Of graceful . Maybe painful But prayerful . And living Godly surprises. .

Rise

Some ways of looking There are . Which stare At the private soul . Blurring The whole . Of the living Universe . Our goal To transcend . This poverty Rise . To the riches Of God . Of infinite love And eternity.