Have you ever longed to be a messenger of God's peace?

I WANTED TO TELL HER

I wanted to tell her

but whenever I started

she cut me short

or changed the subject

for these were things

spoken as death crouched

I wanted to wash

wildness from her eyes

with soothing words of salvation,

eternity, God’s radiant face

as He’d stand to greet

wanted to speak

of emerald rainbows

round the Throne,

of crystal sea,

streets of transparent gold

wanted to usher her in peace

to the place prepared

but she wouldn’t listen

except to trivialities,

wouldn’t speak

except of suffering

They sedated her heavily

as much to quiet her terror

as ease her pain

I so wanted to tell her

but she never came back

Maude Carolan

I'd Like You to Meet My Best Friend...

MY FRIEND

Sometimes I go to God's house,

sometimes He visits mine;

He often comes to work with me

and helps me pass the time.

He's with me in the kitchen

when I cook and as I scrub;

I meditate upon Him

while lolling in the tub.

He keeps me company driving

and when I take a walk;

God and I stroll quietly

and other times, we talk.

God's there when I am shopping

and watering my flowers;

He inspires my writing,

in computer weary hours.

He's in me as I minister

and hears me as I pray,

lifts me up when I am downcast

and helps me through the day.

He sups with me at table

and He joins me in my rest.

Oh, when we are communing,

they're the times I like the best.

God loves it when I worship Him

and glorify His Name;

He shines His Face upon me

and ignites me with His Flame!

I read to know God better,

for He knows all about me;

fills sleepy thoughts at bedtime

with His sweet tranquility.

How blessed I am to know Him!

Love overflows my heart!

I count upon His faithfulness

and know we'll never part.

My heart is filled with gladness

every moment that I spend

with The Creator of the Universe,

Holy God, my Friend.

Maude Carolan

Several years ago I read Friendship With God by Wayne Monbleau, and learned about having a personal and intimate relationship with "the lover of my soul". You can have that kind of a relationship with Him, too!

This poem was written in 2000.

The Pieta

THE PIETA

After the earthquake

the peals of thunder

the flashes of lightening across the sky

After the curious crowds dispersed

Mary sat in ominous dimness

upon a mound of earth

at the base of The Cross

holding the body

of her Son

She cradled Him

in the hollow of her lap

close to her bosom

as she had

when he was

her baby boy

Mary removed

thorns of mockery

that encircled His forehead

and tossed it to the side

Straining to see in the shadows

she carefully picked

fragments of thorn needles

still stuck in His lifeless flesh

although they couldn’t hurt Him

any longer

With her fingertips

she tenderly closed the lids

over His dark, vacant eyes

and smoothed

the disheveled, matted hair

…then she kissed Him

O my beautiful Son…

Tears flowed

down her face onto His cheeks

mingling with dried blood

With the edge of her garment

she wiped some blood away

John came

and rested his hand

upon her trembling shoulder

He was now her son

She was now his mother

Mysteries

too deep to comprehend

swirled in her mind

like the flap and flutter

of wings and overshadowing

Son of the Most High

and David’s throne

like pregnant Elizabeth’s joy

when the baby leapt in her womb

and the Baptizer himself, when grown

proclaiming his younger cousin

“The Lamb of God, Who

takes away the sin of the world”

and Simeon’s prophesy

that Jesus would be

a Light of revelation

to the Gentiles and the glory

of the people of Israel

Where is the Light?

Where is the glory?

Where is the throne?

Overwhelmed by sorrow

so intense it stabbed her

deep, deep in her inner parts

Mary cried out in anguish

and rent her robe

Was this what old Simeon meant

long ago in the Temple

when he held Jesus in his arms

and said a sword would pierce

my very soul?

O my Son, my beautiful Son…

I cannot fathom the ways of God, but

I do know this cannot be the end

Maude Carolan Pych

I want to take this opportunity to wish all of my readers a solemn Good Friday and a joyful Resurrection Day!  Alleluia! Christ is risen from the dead!