Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Collection of prayers: VII.

I cannot fathom my heart Lord.  It is an ocean I am unable to conquer.

I rebel underneath its waves.  I fight like a warrior against its currents.  I curse its temperature and fall exhausted on the shore gasping for breathe.  I plot revenge with a smile.  Am I proud or just a fool?  How long will I try and vanquish this mystery alone?

I was not made for this solitude.  My heart suffocates in isolation.

My wisdom has been imprudent and my hope in vain.

I lift my eyes to You Father, my only hope for communion.  You are the answer to the thousand questions that rage inside of me.

If only I am brave enough to surrender.

Monday, November 21, 2011

A collection of prayers: VI.

The rain obscures my vision.  The wind makes my body a fool.

If I run, I am prey to all that is wild.  If I walk, death comes like a slow winter.

Hear me, crying. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A Collection of prayers: V.

(Adam’s Song)

If only I could return to that place where I once felt your hands, calm and serene, fashioning me in Your image.  That place where Your voice, tranquil and easy,
breathed over me.  That second where Your eyes, fervent and beautiful, revealed Yourself to me; that moment in time when I first saw her.

How different would I respond now; because this time, I am not afraid?

Even though I must toil and suffer here on this earth I will not leave her again.  She, my sister and my bride, reveals to me who I am and who I am supposed to be, because through our love we are led to You, the Author of love.

Friday, November 4, 2011

A Collection of prayers IV.

Whether I realize it or not I am constantly longing for You. My mind hungers for Your peace and my heart refuses anything but Your presence. I am numb without You, frozen in time, waiting for You to touch me and bring me back to life.

Where could I go if You were not here?  I could not find You on my own nor could I discover something more beautiful than You.  I have searched and found words, turned words into sentences, and sentences into poetry, only to become bored by its rhyme and meter.  But in Your Passion You have burned those pages and now You are the poet leading me into eternity.

Without You Lord my life is a tragedy, for in Your sonnets You have revealed to me the love that I yearn for.

God bless you,

Fr. Jeremiah Myriam Shryock, CFR
St. Felix Friary, Yonkers, New York