With Our Lady on Podbrdo September 11, 2009 Dear Family of Mary! "Dear children! Today I call you anew to conversion. Little children, you are not holy enough and you do not radiate holiness to others, therefore pray, pray, pray and work on your personal conversion, so that you may be a sign of God's love to others. I am with you and am leading you towards eternity, for which every heart must yearn. Thank you for having responded to my call." (August 25, 2009) Pray, pray, pray! Our Lady's favorite directive! Here is a poem by Jessica Powers (alias Sr. Miriam) called "Prayer". Something to meditate on this weekend! Prayer Prayer is the trap-door out of sin. Prayer is a mystic entering in to secret places full of light. It is a passage through the night. Heaven is reached, the blessed say, by prayer and by no other way. One may kneel down and make a plea with words from book or breviary, or one may enter in and find a home-made message in the mind. But true prayer travels further still, to seek God's presence and God's will. To pray can be to push a door and snatch some crumbs of evermore, or (likelier by far) to wait, head bowed, before a fastened gate, helpless and miserable and dumb, yet hopeful that the Lord will come. Here is the prayer of grace and good most proper to our creaturehood. God's window shows his humble one more to the likeness of His son. He sees, though thought and senses stray, the will is resolute to stay and feed, in weathers sweet or grim, on any word that speaks of Him. He beams on the humility that keeps its peace in misery and, save for glimmerings, never knows how beautiful with light it grows. He smiles on faith that seems to know it has no other place to go. But some day, hidden by His will, if this meek child is waiting still, God will take out His mercy-key and open up felicity, where saltiest tears are given right to seas where sapphire marries light, where by each woe the soul can span new orbits for the utter man, where even the flesh, so seldom prized, would blind the less than divinized. (1951: 1894) (Jessica Powers. Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers. Kansas City: Sheed and Ward. 1989. P. 144) In Jesus and Mary! Cathy Nolan Mary TV
Prayer is a song, singing in the heart. Beating with the pulse of love , speaking with the breath of life. Prayer is the dance of life. Starry Father , bending form the heavens to raise us up with laughing steps. Prayer is a shout of joy, lighted laugh. Prayer is the pilgrim path of life. Shadowed valleys, brilliant peaks, Church filled forests. Prayer is a band of diamonds, the fiery rosary. Prayer is a Mothers hand clasp, leading on, Mary's love. Prayer is a shouted band. Communion of Saints. Prayer, dancing, singing, laughing angels all around, the gorgeous heavenly Princes.
Yes, its true. Sometimes I wonder, since its so amazing and joyous below what on Earth heaven will be like to better this. They will have to fill it full of dogs, though, or I won't be staying...
