When...

When I am sad or in pain, it is difficult for me to believe in love. But that is when I most need to believe in love!

When...

When I was little, I used to look at the clouds. I loved the large fluffy ones. They gave me great delight as they swam across the blue sky. I always wondered where they are coming from. Their journey seemed mysterious. I wondered will I ever see any of the fields, mountains, valleys, towns or villages they swam by. Will I ever see more than the village where I live. I wished to see so much more, yet everything seemed permanent and unchangeable. What is now will always be...

How different it is to look back and see the journey taken up to now. Very far it took me from that small village in Hungary, how very far.

Picture - St. Steven

Come And Learn From Me

When you perceive your arrogance,
And sorry for it in a glance,
Come to me with contrite fragrance,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

And when you recognize your pride,
All pain you have caused near and wide,
Come to me with sorrowful tide,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

When you feel envy is biting,
Shame with your self-love is fighting,
Come and stay in me abiding,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

When you suffer tremendous pain,
Which neither mind nor will can tame,
Come to me poor, sick and lame,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

When learned about your corrupt ways,
Enlightened be my divine rays,
Come for me grace with humble gaze,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

When you tried all you could to cope,
Your strength is gone, the end of rope,
Come with your emptiness for hope,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

When you feel weak, lost and lonely,
Against flesh, evil and worldly,
Come with your soul to be holy,
In my arms, on my chest take rest,
I died for sinners, The Sinless,
Accept, my child, your sinfulness,
And learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart.

July 9, 2008

Tell Me My Child

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

I gave you life, the air you breathe,
The sky above, and earth beneath,
The food you eat, and drink to drink,
The clothes you wear, and mind to think.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

I gave parents to care for you,
Siblings to love, and make you true,
Friends to grow strength, and gave you more,
Guarding Angel now and before.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

You gave your heart to all these gifts,
And lost your ways in them, amidst,
Now look beyond the gifts in hand,
And see at last in truth their end.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

The flesh is strong, attached, lifeless,
The evil wants your soul your death,
The world is laud, but knows no best,
My child, come here, I give you rest.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

Your soul it is, my true treasure,
Its value is beyond measure,
For this I toil, for this I die,
It may find me, and in me lie.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

With me you’re strong, even so weak,
With me you smile, although you weep,
Your crocked ways I will make straight,
In God renewed your condemned fate.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

Deceived you are, by many tricks,
The worldly mind reasons and flicks,
Let me make you, my little child,
A lamb at heart, so meek and mild.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

Let me pour out my grace on you,
Your flesh, the old, let me renew,
Accept my ghost the Paraclite,
Let meekness reign while fears retreat.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

Don’t let the beauty of this world
Make you believe: no better world,
My kingdom shines with splendor bright,
You are destined to see its might.

Tell me, my child, reply to love,
Who else can worth your love, but God.

July 10, 2008