A touch, a little closer, your warmth against my own,
For know that I am for you, no more of days alone.
Outside the darkness, fearful, with winds that chill the bone,
Yet find in me, a fire, the home, you’ve always known.
“Touch me and see, …”
~ Luke 24:39
With spirit gently yielding, from the cross, His final sigh,
So men in lifeless dwellings, should scale their walls so high.
Trapped in silos, cold and dark, worthy souls long failed to rise,
But now the hold of sin escaping! From death, He has wrought new life.
Estranged from love, shrouded by veil,
There she was hidden, weakened, frail.
Wages of sin, yet now its chains fail,
Softest kiss draws pink from the pale.
“And behold, the veil of the sanctuary was torn in two from top to bottom.”
~ Matthew 27:51
His vigil, faithful keeping, in tears, the angels mourn,
Hid from all His radiance, the darkness of tomb forlorn.
Then the hour fulfilling, these two recalled that morn,
As day awoke from slumber, within, there broke true dawn.
So lowly, the child with special needs,
His young days often dark, so bleak,
But faith keeping, the Mother most meek,
Whose own Son did die, yet rose from his sleep.
Solemnity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, The Mother of God
New Year’s Day
January 1, 2014
See also “The Rainbow Tree” (http://danfrugalberg.com/2013/11/14/the-rainbow-tree/).
Doubts rising, faith drying,
The world cries out for blood,
Then the Saviour takes our trembling hand,
Not to His open wounds,
like Thomas, to attest,
Only to lay upon His breast.
Feeling His soothing lullaby,
Our fainting hearts
“Thomas, called Didymus (Greek for Twin) one of the Twelve, …”
~ John 20:24