My Shepherd on the Road to Emmaus
In the valley of death
you come as a Shepherd
bearing the lamb away
from thorns and wolves.
In the road of darkness
you light the star above
to shine over us, convincing
doubting hearts that
the Saviour has watched.
In moments of my lingering pain
you offer the balm
from your loving hand
tending my wounds and scars.
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The Wind
Who has seen the wind?
Not me, not you, not them
can see the wind even
those with eyes as big as balls.
The wind passes by without
traffic control and sets her pace
to directions, without our invitation.
The wind touches our skin with
her soft fingers or rages like
fire that eats up the standing embers.
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Mother Theresa
Your loving hands
mother the sick, the strangers,
the homeless and the orphans.
You walk through the streets
of Calcutta and Bombay to find
these unfortunates;
hug and embrace them as God's jewels,
give them food, roof
and bed for their head.
You are a servant
ascended to the heavens
to be counted among the real stars.
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Under a Cobalt Machine
Under a cobalt machine
I lie down and count your grace
Under the cobalt machine
I see myself a small microcosm
In your wide and deep universe.
Under a cobalt machine
I see how fragile life is
Much dependent on the rays
Of your mercy and grace.
Let me lie down here
Believing that the cobalt rays
Are your fingers that touch me.
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Peace and Enemies
Peace, peace, peace!
We cry for peace
And we think that
by killing our enemies
peace can be achieved.
But peace can never
dwell in our midst
by killing our enemies.
For as many are killed
as many are the thousands
of the silent ones
who will rise up
to avenge these deaths!
There is never peace
in the cycle of revenge and hate.
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The Shepherd and Abundant Life
Let me breathe the fragrance of the flowers
Let me taste the sweetness of the new day
Let me see the freedom of the oppressed
Ushered in by people who live in liberty.
Let us hear the Voice of the Shepherd
Calling His flock away from devouring wolves
Let us join in our common destiny
to share Life with others much more abundantly.
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Mother's Face
She's the cradle of mankind
that sings to me lullabies.
She's the everlasting chord
that binds me to my birth and life.
She's a diamond in the nights
that reflects prayers
to heavens above.
She's an anchor on the seafloor
when my life's boat is tossed
by storms and cyclones.
She is my mother, our mother-
our life, anchor and guide.
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The Beast in Humans
It hisses inside like a serpent
spitting its venom of hate,
giving birth to vengeance
spattered by blood and death.
The serpent of hate, the
birth and rebirth of vengeance,
gives no room for peace,
no room for forgiveness.
And the kingdom of the beast
is recoiled by the serpent
that hisses without rest.
And the venom spreads darkness.
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Jesus, the Lord, The Agent of Change
From darkness to light
by the Lord of Freedom
From disease to wholeness
by the Restorer of Life
From despair to hope
by the Lord of Courage
From fear to trust
by the Lord of Grace
From hatred to love
by the Lord of Forgiveness
From poverty to abundance
by the Lord of Generosity
Such is Jesus, the Lord,
The omnipotent agent of change.
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Earthquake in Central Italy (L`Aquila, April 6,2009)
The earth- crust collides
The ground shakes
And those who sleep
awake with fright.
The earth opens her mouth
The buildings collapse
And those who are not
lucky enough are swallowed,
hidden and buried alive.
Who can predict nature
when it unleashes its
fury over humanity?
Fragile men and women are we
in absolute dependence
on God's mercy!
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