Fleeting Prayers–Arrows to God’s Heart

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God,
Recorded in His Heart.
Nothing wasted.

All to flower and  bear fruit,
Supplying for the need
Of His People, His Bride, His Church,
Reaching through Time,

Nothing wasted,
Nothing forgotten,
All in flower,
All bearing fruit.

Fleeting prayers
Known but to God
Nothing forgotten
Arrows to His Heart.

By Joann Nelander

Candle and Flame

Come, Holy Spirit.
I am as a candle
Awaiting Your flame.

Come over me,
As a tongue of fire,
Licking higher
As the Wind of Your Spirit
Blows by me and through me.

I am meant to be flame,
Warming a world,
Darkened and cold,
In need,
In Sin.

Here I stand,
Before Your altar,
Simply, one in You,
In Your One Holy, Catholic, Church.

It is You Who send Your Spirit forth.
The flame that arises in my being
Touches the world about me
With Your ministrations.

My presence brings Your Presence.
As I bow humbly in stillness.
It is You Who light the wick of another,
Spreading Your Light
As I but incline, believing.

Such is prayer,
Such is hope,
Such is mercy.

Come, Holy Spirit,
Light the world on fire,
One candle enkindling another,
And another.
Thy kingdom Come.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

Light me as a candle.

As An Eagle

Lord, Most High,
Most Good,
Most Holy,
As an eagle, soar our nation’s skies,
Look down and take pity on a people losing their way.

See us as we struggle.
See our deceivers.
See our cherished deceptions.
See our broken law.

The weight of haughty deception,
Oppresses a people,
Fearing the gift of Life.

It is hard to juggle our many gods.
To our folly,
Mammon has supplanted our love for You.

Resisting Your Love.
We choose Death
As an answer to Life.

We think the blessing, a curse,
And the curse, a blessing, nay, a right,
Negation the same as something, someone.

Give Your People Your eagle’s wings,
To scale the heights
With You.

Carry us on Your strong pinions
To safety in the clefts of the Rock.
Hide us in Your Sacred Wounds.

With an Eagle’s talons,
Swoop upon the Enemy
Who carries off our young.

Lord, Most High,
Most Good,
Most Holy,
Carry us on eagle ‘s wings
To the safety of Your bosom,
Your Truth.

©2016 Joann Nelander

I Am

Your grandeur overwhelms me.
You lavish your splendor,
Even on the ordinary,
Like grass upon the meadow,
And tears welling from the heart.

Where can I look that You are not?
Even the fallow field,
Awaits another day,
As virgin in repose,
Seeing in needful desire,
A time of promise and plenty.

You are written on our hearts.
We perceive You near,
Though hidden.
Terrible and tender,
You are unknowable,
Unless You give the means of knowing.

The universe though draped
In the garb of galactic might and majesty,
Does not know that it is.
Yet, the sentient child
Plays at Your side.

Men, too busy,
Brush by You on the street.
While the nursing babe
Finds You in steady supply.

Too grand!
Too glorious!
Blinded by the refulgence of Your sublimity,
I cover my eyes,
Yet peek with hope
To glimpse You passing.

In the mist of Your Mystery,
You are!
You are!
You are!

I know,
Because I am,
And You whisper and shout
Revealing,
I AM THAT I AM.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

Abundant Breast

I adore.
You, my God, present Yourself to me,
As Mother to a nursing child,
And I nurse at Your Abundant Breast.

Your milk is sweet as honey,
And all I want to do is nurse.
I have chosen the better part,
And You spend Yourself upon my want.

God, You, Who calls forth Life,
And then feeds and sustains the needy,
With endless Love,
Succor and suckle me.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

“For thus says the LORD:
I will spread prosperity over her like a river,
like an overflowing torrent,
the wealth of nations.
You shall nurse, carried in her arms,
cradled upon her knees;

As a mother comforts her child,
so I will comfort you;
in Jerusalem you shall find your comfort.”

Is: 66: 12 – 13