For our Mother

When I say the Rosary, I feel I am immersed in the Ocean of God’s
love,
with Mary, the Star of the Sea, watching over me and all my loved ones.
My fingers walking the paths of the beads, heart and soul I am
transported
into the presence of the person I am praying for. I have no power to
comfort
but the Mother of God does and, by some miracle, I feel I really see them,
am there in spirit, a witness to Mary’s open and lovingly protective arms
as the very space they exist in. The stars fall to earth, the sky is her
garment.
There is no space-time as my brain conceives of them when I am
immersed
in prayer, and the universe Itself enfolds the soul I petition for like a
cloak.
There is no distance and separation – everything has its being in Divine
Love.
The “Big Bang” is a barbaric label for this infinitely tender unfolding of
joy
in Creation, a gift revealing how much God treasures us, seeds of His
heart.
The Rosary waters, soothes, invigorates my soul as exercise does my
flesh.
Yet a dead part of me resists spending time doing what appears to be
nothing.
In Truth, the Rosary is a lifeline. When I take it in my hands and hold it
gently
it pulls me up out of this world’s materialistic misery and I float
somewhere
between heaven and earth in my hope and in my longing for God
inseparable
from my love for Jesus Christ. I am discovering, have begun to
comprehend,
this is my deepest self. More profound than emotions, feelings and
thoughts
is this one pure need that has always been there inside me: to know
God exists.
Mary is the one who comforts us when we feel alone and hopeless as
we suffer
the trials of this fallen realm for she knows, in the end, our souls will
triumph
if we love and follow her Son, our Lord and God, who gives us the Holy
Spirit.

Amen.

Dogs and my Soul

Months ago I had a vision
driving back from the Vet
in which I saw my Lord
dressed in black walking
up our drive to St. Francis
accompanied by Merlin
and Arthur, my dear dogs
one dead, one in the car
with me blessedly healthy
and immune to my dread
of a future without him.
Sadness became a Sense
in which I saw my Lord
looking toward my mind
His gentle smile knowing
so reassuring to my soul
promising my dear pets
already are safe with Him
in a Life freed from death.
Then I saw the road again
just beyond the windshield
yet the daydream remained
more vivid than what seems
reality to my rational brain
accusing me of imagining
a miracle real as my heart
happy to embrace the Truth
of this unexpected blessing
peace a gift from my Lord
responding to my pure love
of sweet helpless creatures
I adore as God cherishes us.

Surely a loving relationship
between a human and a dog
is pleasurable to our Master
Who, Supreme above us all
in every conceivable fashion,
cherishes and gifts us treats
despite how dumb we can be.