Nature's Cathedral.

Lift up Your Heart.

I Am Your Pinwheel.

For My Valentine.

The Vagabond.

The Boat of My Heart.

The Multiplication of the Loaves.

Ode to Michelina.
(a living saint)




The Prophesy of the Book.

My Angel Malachi.

1. The Lord Who Sees You.

2. The Cup Of The Water Of Paradise.

3. The Hidden Presence.

4. The Lord is Your Guardian.

5. The Shore of Heaven.

6. At the Crossroads.

7. The Lord's' Vagabond.

8. Your Eye is on the Sparrow.

9. Room 316.

10. Words of Wisdom from Heaven.

11. As it was in the Days of Noah?therefore, Stay Awake.

12. God the Savior of Those in Distress.

13. "Lo! How a Rose E'er Blooming".

14. Therefore, If Anyone Is In Christ, He Is A New Creation; The Old Has Gone, The New Has Come!

15. Things Never Happen the Same Way Twice.

16. Jesus, Master, Have Pity On Us!

17. The Gate of Heaven.

18. Blessed be God in His Angels and Saints.

19. Jesus, I trust in You.

20. You Satisfy the Hungry Heart.

21. One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic.

22. Shimrit?s Tear.

23. The Butterfly Coat.

24. Saint Patrick?s Breast-Plate.

25. The Good Shepherd.

26. His Rod and His Staff They Comfort Me.

27. The All Knowing and Ever Present God.

28. The Still Small Voice.

29. Sing a New Song Unto The Lord.

30. The Servant of God.

31. Until Death Do Us Part.

32. I Will Answer Them.

33. Lost and Found.

34. The Household of Faith.

35. The Beggar of Heaven.

36. To Let Go and Let God.

37. Give her the Rosary.







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(A poem I received March 21, 2013 from Jesus during Adoration before the Blessed Sacrament)

“I am here My child
Surrender all to Me
I am living
the very air you breathe

“Give your heart to Me
and you will see
the wonders I will do
in love to set you free

“Little child can’t you see?
There’s no fear when you stay near to Me
Calm and peace surround your heart
Your mind is still
My light penetrates the dark

“There is no rush
Time fades away
In My Presence
is Eternal Day

“I lift your soul in My embrace
Where I am
beyond time and space
to the heights of Heaven
to My Holy Place
and there you see Me Face to face”.


Nature's Cathedral


The interlocking branches of the forest trees form the Gothic arched windows of the first floor of Nature's Cathedral.

The rugged mountains are the flying buttresses for the great dome of the heavens above, and all therein is sacred space.

The time for cutting a clearing in the forest for a cabin is gone. The forest itself is nearly gone!

The Master Architect and Heavenly Gardener in His pure love gave us the gift of His beautiful Earth asking only that we be its faithful good stewards, cherishing and preserving His magnificent handiwork for His beloved children yet to be born.

I stepped softly on the pine needle covered trail through the Hoh Olympic rainforest.

On a clear blue autumn afternoon sky, the sun angled through the tall and ancient Douglas firs and Sitka spruce casting zebra shadows on the reds and yellows of the forest floor.

The wind gave a soft rustle in the canopy above, while a clear stream gurgled as it cascaded over rounded stones - Nature's choir singing to its Creator. On the path a couple approached hurriedly and absentmindedly, seemingly oblivious to the Majesty which filled Nature's Cathedral and the One whose loving Presence surrounded them and was calling to them in the midst of the Garden.

I stepped aside to let them rush on, reflecting on the Master's words,
"…..They look, but do not see, and hear, but do not listen"
(Matthew 13:14)

The distance quickly separated us as we followed along our different paths.

And I heard His Voice again gently pleading,
"Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road broad that leads to destruction, and those who enter it are many. How narrow the gate and constricted the road that leads to life. And those who find it are few"
(Matthew 7:13-14)

Meditation by Dr. George S. Weber / Ann Clare 2010


Lift up Your Heart


"Lift up your hearts!
We lift them up to the Lord!"

My heart stretches towards you like a giraffe strains its graceful neck to reach the highest tender green leaf.

My heart opens before You like a flower enfolds its face to the sun to receive its warmth and light.

My heart rises up on the wings of Your spirit like the sparrow ascends towards the sky in freedom.

My heart melts with love for You like chocolate softens in the warm hand of a little child.

My heart yearns for you like a lover awaits her beloved from across the wide sea.

My heart desires you like a camel thirsts for water upon crossing the miles of sand.

My heart aches for You like a child cries for her mother in longing for her embrace.

My heart pines for You like a refugee longs for her precious homeland.

My heart needs You like a fish caught in the net must be cast into the water.

My heart seeks You like the newborn kitten searches for its mother's nipple.

My heart receives You like the earth is saturated after a heavy rain.

My heart finds You in the silence of prayer,
in the face of a child,
in the smile of a stranger,
in the hug of a friend,
in the hands of your priests,
in the immensity of the heavens,
in your Church,
in your Word.

Ann Clare, January 27, 2007


I Am Your Pinwheel


Your Spirit blows through me, Your little pinwheel. Animating and moving me according to Your heart's desire.

I love to be Your plaything, Lord, Your shining and sparkling child's toy.

You hold me in Your gentle Hand, And my heart spins with joy, radiating the delightful colors of Your love.

Ann Clare
February 2, 2006


For My Valentine


If I had a hundred pearls, I'd give them all to You.

If I had a thousand songs, I'd sing them all for You.

If I had ten thousand tears, I'd cry them all for You.

If I had a million years, I'd live them all for You.

But I have just one sole heart, filled with love of You,

Fuller that than the ocean's depths,
With fire hotter than the brightest star,

This Love, whose source is first from You,
I give with all my heart right back to You,

My Lord, My God, My All!

Ann Clare
February 14, 2006
St. Valentine's Day


The Vagabond


I have no plans of my own, Lord.
I drift along on the current of Your Spirit.
I am carried upon the wind of Your Breath,
kept aloft by tender kisses from Your lips.

I am Your vagabond, Lord,
famished at the break of day,
hungry for the Bread of Life.

I am Your vagabond, Lord
A poor and needy, wandering soul,
thirsty for the Water of Life.

"Come follow Me," You call,
"and I will make you a fisher of men..
I have food of which you do not know".

I reply, "Here I am Lord, I come to do Your will."
My nourishment is the work my Father has given me to do.
I eat and am satisfied.

Ann Clare
February 15, 2006


The Boat of My Heart


Take Your rest, sweet Lord; slumber peacefully; lay Your head down on the pillow of my heart.

In the boat of my love You find peace and gentle repose –

Even though the waves may crash and the tides surge,

Even though the storm and darkness of night surround,

Even though rain and hail and lightening abound,

Sleep deeply and take Your rest, sweet Lord; I will not awaken You nor stir You by fears and doubts.

No need to rise to calm the storm; faith awaits safe arrival at the distant shore.

Written by Ann Clare, April 28, 2006 Based on the Gospel of Mark 4: 35-41


The Multiplication of the Loaves


I come to Your table of Life to receive the heavenly Bread. "Take, eat, this is My Body," declares the Sacred Head.

I enter Your courts with thanksgiving, my hand outstretched before You; but like a tiny sparrow You hold me in the palm of Your Hand and feed me the heavenly Manna.

"Go therefore into all nations" You command. "what you did for the least of these, You did unto Me," For, "I was hungry and You gave me to eat."

Raising your eyes toward heaven, You bless and break the Bread. But where can we get enough to feed them all? "What you have freely received, freely give," You said.

Written by Ann Clare, April 28, 2006
Based on chapters from the Gospels of John 6, Mark 6 and 8, Matthew 16, 25 & 28 and Psalms 84 & 100


Ode to Michelina
(a living saint)


Michelina, steadfast and faithful soul, true to your Lord unto ninety years old.

Michelina, true devotee of Mary, humble daughter and servant through all of her days.

Michelina, wife gentle and obedient of heart, with deep love for her husband until death did they part.

Michelina, mother full of kindness and grace, caring for all your children with tender embrace.

Michelina, faithful widow like Anna, who remains day and night in the Temple to adore the hidden Manna.

Michelina, Christian of wise counsel, teaching, rebuking and encouraging the faithful.

Michelina, friend dear and true, discreet and compassionate wither mercies ever new.

Michelina, lady most devout and pious, like the holy women of old who attained glory in the highest.

Michelina, our companion in the Lord's work day to day, we love you dear sister in manifold ways!

Written by Ann Clare
On Michelina Peluso's 90th Birthday, May 8, 2006