with a complexity of patterns
pausing for you to contemplate
and then changing
sometimes with a slight shift
sometimes in a dramatic disruption
demanding your focus
your engagement
it is impossible to remain unaltered
the colours speak to you
and then realign
you can close your eyes
but not for long
as the key to your internal survival
is choosing to behold the Light
and perceiving how it enlivens the colours
you must seek out the Beauty
step forth into Wonder
even if what initially appears as chaos
breaks your heart


As the Veils Drop

the veils are being removed

the truth is being told

and the children who we once were

are beginning to be heard

To Be Welcomed


is all about
where all are welcome

planned or unplanned
male or female
unborn or dying
single or multiples
rich or poor
healthy or ill
mobile or disabled
clever or challenged
exuberant or grieving

this movement
of hearts
touches upon
what we all
so deeply
to be embraced
exactly as we are
in each moment
of our existence
and to be recognized
as wondrous
unrepeatable gifts
messages of love
spoken into the world

John of the Beloved

St. John the Apostle has always been my favourite of the Twelve.  He had enough cockiness for Jesus to playfully nickname him ‘Son of Thunder’;  he was the only one of the disciples who had the sensitivity, tenderness, and courage to lay his head on Jesus’ Heart;  and, even though he wrote in prose, his writings have the feel of poetry.  Also, his main focus has been on love, and on how we are all the beloved of God.


Mending nets
with his father and his brother
the sea in his blood
and a sparkle in his eyes
transfixed by
dancing on the water
until a new Light
fills his vision
dimming the background
and what can he do
but follow

His nature
playful as waves
tender as a moonbeam
in the gravitational pull
of the Sun
revealing a rainstorm
of flashes and fury
earning him the title
Son of Thunder
and he could be that
could maintain the uproar
but the Master prefers
the deep ocean
of his soul

to the highest crest
he can almost
touch the sky
to his surprise
stark radiance
eclipsing the blue
with the Law
and the Prophets
into a single Person
the Source
and Summit
of all the questions
in the riptide
of his mind

but something is wrong
the air is stinging
with the salt of pain
the universe
has shifted
on its axis
to find his bearings
he rests his head
on the Heart of his Friend
fully knowing himself to be
the beloved of
the Beloved
floating on the currents
of His radiating affection

And darkness descended

One hour
such a finite
of time
if he could only remember
what he should be
pouring into it
lulled into amnesia
in the boat of sleep
and not even
the glow of the angel
can dissipate
the fog of confusion

spilling himself
in the sloshing turmoil
when a latent pulse
from the Heart-glow
across his soul
a single burst
of recollection
oh God
the Mother
the Mother should know
he must find her

Clasping her
in the circumference
of his arms
his strength
into the grey mist
of utter incomprehension
as his whole World
torn apart
and bleeding out
leaving him
in the outpouring
of the now silent Heart
and not even the Earth
can keep
from trembling

lungs burning
for he must see
yet courage falters
when facing the tomb
he dares not
descend into darkness
fearing it may assert
the final word
but all is safe
and transformed
though clouds remain

with his brothers
in the presence
of the Mother
for parched souls
when suddenly
a rush of sound
an explosion
of flame
blazes over them
courses through them
every teaching
in revelations
across the future

words streaming
as fluidic poetry
nets of allurement
crafting conduits
for rivers of Light
to flow into hearts
catching upwards
into the vision
that each one is
and invited to rest
in perfect
tender intimacy
on the Heart of the Beloved
eternally awash
in undying Love

Delight Yourself in Me

Delight yourself in Me
for my Heart is brimming with treasures
just waiting to be realized

Delight yourself in Me
for I spin galaxies
and dance in the colours on soap bubbles
I sing to you with the morning birds
and through love songs on the radio

Delight yourself in Me
for I am in the wind that plays with your hair
and in the snowflakes that tickle your nose
I perfume the air with cherry blossoms
and turn sunny dandelions into prayerful wishes

Delight yourself in Me
for I invented chocolate to give you pleasure
and funny-looking animals to make you laugh
I ignite your imagination through stories
and flood your body with a rush when you race

Delight yourself in Me
because nothing pleases Me more
My darling
than to delight Myself
in you

Our Lady of the Colours

If I could choose a new title for Our Lady and design a unique image for her , I would call her “Our Lady of the Colours”.

Her skintone would be dark — maybe olive or black…and her hair would be long and black, or possibly deep brown.  For this particular “look”, it wouldn’t work if her skin was pale and her hair was light, because then you would only notice her clothing — you wouldn’t see the woman.  This way, her clothing would be viewed as an extension of who she is.  Her eyes would be dark and shining.

Our Lady’s dress would be totally multi-coloured —  made up of every rich, vibrant shade.  The sleeves would be bell-shaped, with the widest parts at her wrists.  On the edge of the sleeves would be crocheting, extending slightly onto her hands.  This detailing would be in the same colours as the dress, so that the transition from the sleeves to the crocheting would appear seamless.  The same crocheting would adorn the hem, falling slightly onto her bare feet.

The veil would be made up of fine, silvery threads.  Her hair would be slightly visible underneath it, with the hair on the sides of her face and forehead remaining uncovered.  The threads in the veil would reflect the hues in her dress, but these versions would be softer and more muted.  And, as Our Lady moved, the colours reflected in the veil would naturally change, so that they would appear to be always in motion.

Our Lady would be dancing on the moon.  Behind her the sky would be jet-black and full of sparkling stars.  Our Lady would be pregnant with Baby Jesus.

She would be absolutely joyous.  She would be thrilled to be pregnant.  Jesus’ life would be radiating outward to fill her whole being.  His light would be shining forth from her.  She would be delighting in being a woman.  She would be melting into the love that the Holy Trinity has for her.  Our Lady would feel like she was dancing on the edge of countless possibilities.  She would be full of wonder, hope, femininity, and playfulness.

In many images of Our Lady, she is sad, and rightly so.  She endured many hardships in her life on Earth.  She has been pleading with humanity for centuries to pray and repent, and her heart-filled efforts have not been met with the response she has longed for.  She is able to see where many of her children are heading.  One of my favourite titles for Mother Mary is “Our Lady of Sorrows”.  This expression of who Mary is especially pierces me, makes me ache to comfort her, and also makes me feel close to her because I know that she able to enter into our pain.

However, I wanted to created a title and an image for Our Lady that would illustrate her wild, boundless joy.  Her life isn’t all about suffering.  She is a daughter of the Father, the Mother of the Son, and the Spouse of the Holy Spirit.  While she can experience pain deeper than any other human (who isn’t God), she is also capable of knowing joy on a level that isn’t attainable for any other human being.  I wanted to illustrate her free of any weight pressing down on her.  I wanted to show her alive in colours, responding with her whole being to God’s love for her, and delighting in being exactly who He created her to be.

Jesus, I Trust in You

I am absolutely fascinated by Jesus’ Heart, and am very drawn to illustrations that focus on this, such as the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Divine Mercy images.  Divine Mercy pictures usually have the words “Jesus, I Trust in You” printed across the bottom, in the language of the culture.  Many people might automatically understand what these words mean, but that isn’t the case with me.  I know that we are to trust in Jesus’ goodness and mercy.  I thought about it for a while, and concluded that it means that we are to trust in His nature, in the power of what He has done, and in the example that He has patterned for us. I do NOT believe that it means, that if we trust in Him, that nothing bad will ever happen to us.  Jesus tells us that things things indeed will be rough for us while we are on Earth.

But, what does “Jesus, I Trust in You” mean for me, personally? I decided to start writing in an attempt to sort it out, and this is what I came up with:

Even when it seems completely illogical for me to forgive,
may I trust in the example You gave us, and choose to cancel debts.
Jesus, I trust in You.

Even when my heart breaks over the cruelty in this world, and I just want to get off this planet,
may I trust that You have a plan for my life, and that my work here is not yet done.
Jesus, I trust in You.

Even when I know that my expressions of love will not be recognized,
may I trust in the richness of Your abundantly generous nature, and give anyway.
Jesus, I trust in You.

Even when the pain depletes my reserves and it all seems totally pointless,
may I trust that, through the power of Your Cross, You have infused all suffering with meaning.
Jesus, I trust in You.

When Heaven seems merely like some sort of a misty dream,
may I trust that it is real, wild with magnificence, and that You have a deep desire to share it with me.
Jesus, I trust in You.

When my longing to see You and be fully united with You is overwhelming,
may I trust that it is only a fraction of the ache You feel in wanting to be with me forever.
Jesus, I trust in You.

When I look back on all the stupid things I’ve done, and feel embarrassed and exasperated,
may I trust in Your forgiveness, and know that You won’t let anything come between us.
Jesus, I trust in You.

When I see how messed-up I am now, and how frustrated I feel over not being the person I think You want me to be,
may I trust that You love me just as I am, and that You are still in the process of shaping me.
Jesus, I trust in You.

When I am freaking-out over the terrible things that I imagine might happen in the future,
may I trust that You fill all time, and that You will be holding my hand through whatever unfolds.
Jesus, I trust in You.

When I just can’t seem to get over the ways that people have hurt me, and the damage they have caused,
may I trust that this is actually helping me to enter more deeply into Your wounded Heart, where healing can be found.
Jesus, I trust in You.

May I trust in Your love for me, because You were tortured and killed so that I could choose to never be separated from You.
May I trust in Your mercy, knowing that You wish to lavish graces upon everyone I pray for, and just need for me to ask.
May I trust in Your compassion, and remember that it hurts You to see me hurting.
May I trust in Your creativity, which I see exploding everywhere.
May I trust in Your playfulness, displayed especially in animals.
May I trust in Your humour, because, Jesus, You are fun!
May I trust in Your love of surprises, that You delight in bringing me unexpected happiness.
May I trust in Your silence, because even when I can’t feel You, I know that You are there.
May I trust in Your tenderness, and allow myself to snuggle close to Your Heart.
May I trust in Your beauty, radiating especially in Your invention of colours, and in the way I am so drawn to You.
May I trust in Your romance, and truly believe that You are totally in-love with me.

And may this resolution reside in the space between each beating of my heart:
Jesus, I trust in You.