(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”.
interlocking branches of the forest trees form
the Gothic arched windows of the first floor of
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
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.
stepped softly on the pine needle covered trail
through the Hoh Olympic rainforest.
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.
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.
aside to let them rush on, reflecting on the
"…..They look, but do not see, and
hear, but do not listen"
quickly separated us as we followed along our
And I heard His Voice
again gently pleading,
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"
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.
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!
February 14, 2006
St. Valentine's Day
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.
February 15, 2006
The Boat of My Heart
Take Your rest, sweet Lord;
lay Your head down on the pillow of my heart.
In the boat of my love
You find peace and gentle repose –
the waves may crash and the tides surge,
the storm and darkness of night surround,
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