Come around, my little ones, a simple meal to share,
Here, the shores of Galilee, by its waters, lose your cares.
Softly shines the quiet light, how brisk the morning air,
Now truly you are here with me, forgotten, life’s despair.
“Jesus said to them, “Come, have breakfast.”
~ John 21:12
Raise me up beyond the fog, to whence Your glory shines,
Rays of precious wisdom, come, illumine my heart and mind.
To know Your thoughts and workings, be touched by grace divine,
Life in all its splendour, when I’m yours and You are mine.
Rush me to the altar, O wind, pray, carry me,
There the crimson flames, they await my love for He.
The sum of my existence, what’s mortal now, I flee,
Rising through to heaven, sweet oblation, ashes free.
Pause then for the moment, the angels softly sigh,
A spark of life now fading, dark the cosmic sky.
Days and years long passing, now all in shadows lie,
Void then, what fulfilling? The ancient bids goodbye.
Turning of the seasons, a change of pace and time,
Earth’s eternal music, as nature strikes her chime.
Seamless in its movement, the hour nears its prime,
All in tune as clockwork, feel the rhythm, hear its rhyme.
As summer yields to autumn’s light,
With golden hues, these playful kites.
Dancing, prancing, grace in flight,
The falling leaves, a last goodnight.
Come, Lady Poverty*, as the evening quells the heat,
Your tales of love and giving, kindly we entreat.
How holding on to nothing, yet none a want or need,
For gifting Him your heart, Our Lord, His kingdom cede.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
~ Matthew 5:3
*cf St Francis of Assisi and His Lady Poverty
Cold and steel arresting, the end, now beckons me,
Release from guilt and sin, my all at last set free.
Free to find that home, where once this child did flee,
There innocence had dwelt, the sky, the hills and sea.
A question for the asking, of the radiance of His glow,
How love should matter much, that brought a god down low.
Swallowed up in victory, through death did graces flow,
And rue the forgotten answer, that life must die to grow.
This life, its fading glory, sorrow’s sweet refrain,
Now I lay it down, what was mine is Yours again.
Low, this humble offering, take, by grace, exchange,
To reign with you, Lord Jesus, no greater prize to gain.
“Whoever loses their life for Me will find it.”
~ Matthew 16:25