Monday, 5 August 2013

Poem 57: Obedience in Christ (Weekly Post #6)

Obedience in Christ

Ö Obedience holiest
hailed by all saints
glued on by all martyrs
sure path to perfection

Ö Obedience dearest
thou art to the mind what
mortification is to the body
Light for my spiritual path

Ö Obedience surest
Translator of God's desires
Director of God's will for me
on earth as it is in Heaven

Ö Obedience safest
Ö Obedience higest



©Fanny Magnificat - To read what inspired it, look for 125-143-19 (Poem 57)

118 Days -133 Poems - 18 Posts (Poems 63, 64, 65, 66, 67)

Dear Readers,

it's been 2 days and my pen agreed to fly its way on paper and inscribe the deepest thoughts of my heart.
Inspiration ranged from the Gospel of Luke 12: 13-21 with Jesus warning about accumulating material
wealth and not sharing; Poems 63 and 64. 

Then I open myself to pen about the joy that has been flowing from my heart. - The gift of Joy!!! Simply priceless... (Poem 65)

Poem 66 was about the beauty of thinking yet the dangers of allowing our reasoning to mislead us and lead us astray. This resulted from a friendly conversation a sister in Christ and I exchanged, and listening to her again made me realize how little we challenge our thoughts when it comes to reconciling the teachings of Christianity and science. Though I suggested to her to read the book "Faith & Reason" by Dr. Scott Hahn, Icould not resist writing
a Haiku about it...

Poem 67- the poem written today was inspired by the stories of amazing women of faith God has put on my path; I look at them, their faith, how they instill patience, perseverence, prayer and total surrender to God's Will in my Life and I feel enriched by them. I am grateful to God for them.

Countdown: 119-137-18
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Saturday, 3 August 2013

120 Days - 138 Poems - 18 Posts (Poem 62)

Dear Readers,

today I was inspired by a talk I had an opportunity to hear, and from all the things that were said and done, one thing stayed with me, and tonight's poem is about that one thing.

If God the Father who see us all as His children had to tell you something. What do you think  or know that He will say about you as to how much you matter to Him? 

Write the answer down - Read it again. Say it loudly. Tape it on a wall. Save it in your phone, your computer because on dry days, on days you can no longer, these words will become your water, the holy water that will keep you going again and again against all odds.

To someone, we are precious more precious than we can ever imagine or think. The speaker well known Michael Chiasson added these amazing words: 'God does not need you. God wants you. He wishes to Upgrade. Will you let Him?'

On Friday, I told you all I had a phenomenal day; See I rarely brag about thing, I usually observe and go on... But that early afternoon, I was actually bragging to someone about how I believe that I matter to God, but then I realise that at first what I thought was a joke that I was cracking was not a joke for Him, through a series of events since that day, He, my Heavenly Father, affirmed that I do matter to Him in ways I had never experienced before. At first it happened in front of those I was boasting in Him within ten minutes of my speaking. He showed in concrete ways where all of us could say that this is a doing of the Lord that I do matter to HimHe has not stopped since then to confirm - Yes Child, you are a Beloved one of mine. You are also a Beloved One of Him...

So I ask you again - what would He say about you?

Countdown: 120 - 138 - 18

Friday, 2 August 2013

121Days - 139 Poems - 18 Posts (Poem 61)

My dear Readers,

today I wish to thank all those of you who are taking the time to stop by and read.I see that I am blessed to have readers from many places as the map displays all the different countries following.

Today, so much happened. I am not sure where to start, so I will simply focus on the moment that inspired one of the poems - A thorough discussion on the Sacrament of Reconciliation at a gathering sparked the poem of tonight. Let us live convicted! Let us walk the path of Holiness... We are called to be Saints, and the path of sanctity is one of love that requires work: patience, mortification, and trust in God; Let us be aware of things that cause us to compromise God's Love in our life through venial sins that accumulate and become habits. Because God wishes to heal us, renew us and strengthen us, we must not like what has caused us to fall said the speaker. We find ourselves repeating the same sins again and again, because we forget to resolve ourselves to not commit those again. We forget that Jesus resurrected. We forget to hope. In fulfilling our penances, we do our best to not let our weaknesses take over, we surrender to God. Let us be strong, and know the sacrament of Reconciliation washes us and cleanses us.I was really inspired tonight.

Yet dear Readers, there will be lots of writing happening this weekend, and I am excitingly looking forward to it.
Do any of these writings inspire you? Do you agree with some? disagree with others ? Do they inspire to stand and do something you are called to as well? Do share your thoughts I hope :-)

Dear Readers, I am going joyfully to rest...

Countdown: 121 Days - 139 Poems - 18 Weeks /18 Posts.

F.M.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

122 Days - 140 Poems - 18 Posts (Poem 60)

Dear Readers,

today was a very eventful day in many ways. Today I reflected on
the passage of Luke 10 with Jesus sending the disciples 2 by 2 and
the vocation of marriage. Yet it was not just a matter of the vocation
of marriage, it was a deep reflection on the institution of Family. I was
exposed throughout the day to few cases of families being broken by
our system - broken like I never thought families could be broken. I
had never fathomed such things. Today I faced a radical side of
services that are meant to help that now are harmful to families.
Today I saw both sides to the coin.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, pray for us.

Countdown: 122 Days - 140 Poems - 18 Weeks / 18 Poems to post