Scribblings on the Sacred Heart

Oh Sacred Heart of Jesus
Please do not let me down
I want so much to grow and change
To turn my life around
If anyone can help at all
I know it must be You–
Waiting oh so patiently
For me to come to You.
Help me as a brother, please
Do not despise my pace
Of sloth and pride and
Everything else that got me in this place.
Be with me Gentle Jesus–
Take my heart and make it pure–
So I can do the next thing always
Just like that sacred heart of Yours.
 
Copyright 2019 Sabryna Noltie
 
The above verse just popped into my head this morning so I hurriedly scribbled it down. Then I read today’s daily mass readings for the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and they were so encouraging that I hope you’ll take the time to peruse them (http://usccb.org/bible/readings/062819.cfm).
 
Chocolate chip cookies will be served at dinner tonight for our celebration, plus I just began reading a young adult biography–Saint Margaret Mary and the Promises of the Sacred Heart of Jesus by Mary Fabyan Windeatt–that I had donated to our parish library when we finished homeschooling but before I had read it. It is devoted to telling the story of how she became the Apostle of the Sacred Heart and how the First Fridays devotion started (https://smile.amazon.com/St-Margaret-Mary-Promises-Sacred/dp/0895554151/ref=sr_1_fkmr2_1?keywords=saint+margaret+mary+fabyan+windeatt&qid=1561738470&s=gateway&sr=8-1-fkmr2).
 
Then, wonder of wonders, I made it to the First Friday mass this morning, something I haven’t felt well enough to do for a long time. Have a wonderful Friday and a special solemnity of the Sacred Heart!
 
 
 
 

A Wee Bit of Verse

 

Passion, poetry all unbending

To our greater understanding

What has been dark is now made light

In the early dawn that follows night.

 

Eye can’t see nor ear has heard

All the wonders of The Word

God Incarnate, Christ the Lion

Laying down His life for Adam’s scion.

 

Truth be told it all seems new

Yet familiar echoes in all is true

Waiting for the breaking dawn

When all will gather on Heaven’s lawn.

 

Until that Day we wait our life

Mindling hope, love, joy, and strife;

Our Creator awaits us there

When He welcomes us to His chair.

 

Copyright Sabryna Noltie

A False Alarm

 

The sky has darkened:

Trees quiver as the cool breeze blows erratically;

Leaves flutter nonsensically down to earth;

The grass trembles as if in the presence of a giant.

Birds that once filled the air with song fly quickly to their nests;

An old man hurries to finish raking leaves;

Lo, the earth is now still.

 

Then the rustling in the trees returns,

The sky brightens itself cheerfully,

Birds chirp and fly freely.

The world breathes: false alarm!

 

Sabryna Jean Ralph, 1980

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