Roots and Fruits

Roots and Fruits 

A seed falls on the ground,

A symbol of God's Word unbound.

It withers away, no roots to hold,

If hearts are hard, and minds grow cold.

But when received with receptive soil,

It takes root deep, and makes us whole.

It informs and transforms, a dual grace,

Helping us grow in a holy place.

Fruitfulness depends on the heart's condition,

Not just the sowing, but the reception's vision.

Let's read, meditate, and apply with care,

For roots of faith must grow, to bear fruit to share.

No roots, no fruits, a truth so plain,

May our hearts be soil, where God's Word reigns.

God's Family

Gods House

In God's embrace, we find our home

Where love and acceptance are forever known

A family bound by heart and soul

Together we'll journey, young and old

With Jesus as our brother and friend

We'll share a bond that will never end

A bond of love, a bond of grace

A family tie that time and space won't erase.

Mary Magdalene

Mary Magdalene

Once bound by darkness and demons' might,

Mary Magdalene found Christ's saving light.

He freed her from chains that once did bind,

And turned her sorrow into joy of mind.

With loyalty and love, she stood by His side,

Through cross and tomb, where others might divide.

First witness of resurrection's glorious sight,

She shared the news, banishing endless night.

Transformed from darkness to discipleship true,

Mary Magdalene's story shines, a testament anew.

No one's beyond God's grace, no matter how far gone,

For in His love, even the darkest soul can be made anew, and strong.

Sweet Home

Sweet Home

"The home that was once full of life and laughter

Now feels empty and hollow

The warmth of the hearth has faded

And the love that once dwelled here has grown cold

The family that was once united

Now feels distant and divided

The bonds that once held us together

Have weakened and are slowly unraveling

The home that was once a sanctuary

Now feels like a prison cell

The love and laughter that once filled the air

Have been replaced with tears and sorrow

Let us return to those days of old

When love and laughter filled our home

Let us rediscover the joy of family

And the love that once made our hearts feel whole

Let us learn to appreciate the value of relationships

And the beauty of love and laughter

Let us put aside our differences and come together

And let our hearts be filled with joy and happiness once again."

Intelligent Vs Infant

Intelligent vs Infant 

In humble hearts, God's secrets unfold,

To infants, pure, and childlike bold.

Not to the proud, who think they know,

But to the simple, who humbly grow.

Knowledge may puff up, but love humbles down,

Experience of God, is what truly crowns.

Intellect alone, cannot grasp the divine,

But a willing heart, open and receptive, is mine.

Pride makes us full, but humility makes space,

For God's revelation, and His loving embrace.

Let us humble ourselves, with childlike grace,

And experience God's divinity, in a warm and loving place.

Mother of Carmel

 Mother of Carmel

 

Oh, Mary, Queen of Carmel's height,
Star of the Sea, shining so bright.
In your interior life, we find our way,
To a heart fully devoted to God's sway.

With every breath, we'll follow you deep,
Into the sanctuary of your soul, where love does keep.
You, the flawless flower, the fruitful vine,
Our Mother, Helper, and guiding light divine.

Assist us in our need, O Immaculate One,
And show us your power, before the day is done.
We place our trust in you, O Mother so dear,
And know that with you, our prayers will soon appear

To follow Christ

 To follow Christ

 

To follow Christ, a path we must choose,
With conditions that guide us, to discipleship we muse.

First, love Him above all else, a love so true,
God takes the first place, in all we do.

Next, take up your cross, and follow Him with might,
For Christ and cross are inseparable, in sight.

Lastly, lose your life for Christ, a sacrifice so grand,
And find it again, in His loving hand.

For what we give up, is little compared to what we gain,
In heaven's abundance, our sacrifices will remain.

Let us remember, following Christ is not just a call,
But a commitment to love, to carry the cross, and to give our all.

Appreciation and criticism

 Appreciation and criticism

Appreciation and criticism, two paths we face,
In life's journey, where praise and blame entwine in a race.
Like Jesus, we'll encounter both, a test of our faith,
To stay humble, grounded, and steadfast in our ways.

Appreciation uplifts, boosts our confidence high,
Motivating us to strive, with a heart full of sigh.
Yet, we must not seek it, nor let it inflate our pride,
Instead, give thanks to God, with a humble heart inside.

Criticism, too, can be a gift, a chance to grow,
To learn from mistakes, and rise above the flow.
With an open mind, we can embrace it, and make it our friend,
And turn it into stepping stones, that lead us to ascend.

May we learn to accept both, with grace and poise,
And in all we do, seek God's glory, not our own noise.

Faith and Miracle

Faith and Miracle

Faith and Miracle

In faith, two souls stood tall and bright,

A father's hope, a woman's gentle might.

Against all odds, they placed their trust,

In Jesus' power, their hearts were a must.

The official's plea, a desperate cry,

"Save my child, oh Lord, before I die."

The woman's touch, a humble claim,

"Heal me, Lord, with just a thread of your name."

Their faith, a flame that burned so true,

Moved mountains, and miracles shone through.

May their examples guide us on our way,

To strengthen our faith, come what may.

For when our faith meets divine grace,

Miracles unfold, a wondrous embrace.

Let us draw strength from these biblical lights,

And trust in Jesus, with all our might.

Hometown Reverie

 Hometown Reverie

In Nazareth, where dreams began,
He walked the roads, a humble man.
With hope and love, His heart did swell,
Returning home, where memories dwell.

He taught with wisdom, pure and bright,
In the synagogue, a guiding light.
Yet disbelief clouded their eyes,
Turning joy to sad surprise.

The healer's hands, so often sought,
In His own town, were all for naught.
Not a failure, but a test,
For even heroes find unrest.

Admiration must inspire,
To lift our spirits, set them higher.
From wonder, let our faith arise,
See the truth beyond disguise.

In our hearts, let Jesus reign,
Turning sorrow into gain.
For in His grace, we're never zero,
With Him, our everlasting Hero.

The Great Commission

In the grand tale of faith, simple and true,

Mark's gospel echoes, clear and through.

Eleven sent forth to lands far and wide,

Their mission daunting, with no place to hide.

"How can they go," some may ask,

To every corner, every task?

Yet like the loaves and fishes multiplied,

God's power in them cannot be denied.

It's not in numbers, but in divine grace,

That each apostle finds their place.

For in feeding thousands with just a few,

God's work is shown, forever anew.

The Church now carries this sacred flame,

Continuing the mission in Christ's name.

Four factors guide this commission's way,

From the sender to the whole world's sway.

The Sender, risen Lord above,

Calls forth apostles with endless love.

The Sent, apostles brave and bold,

Spread the Gospel, as they were told.

The Receiver, all creation wide,

Welcomes the message, far and wide.

No borders, no limits, to this call,

The Gospel's gift embraces all.

So let us heed this timeless call,

To share God's love, one and all.

For in simplicity, our purpose rings true,

To preach the Gospel, in all we do.

Jesus Proves

Jesus  Proves

 

In a room, with hearts unsure,

The apostles gathered, their faith obscure.

Though three years with Jesus, they'd spent,

His resurrection, they couldn't comprehend.

Fear and doubt filled their gaze,

Seeing Jesus, their minds in a haze.

They thought Him a ghost, a fleeting sight,

Yet He stood before them, bringing light.

At the physical level, He showed His hands,

His feet, His wounds, where love expands.

He ate with them, His presence real,

Proving His resurrection's seal.

But deeper still, at the mental plane,

He explained Scripture's prophetic gain.

His death, His rising, all foretold,

For humanity's salvation, as of old.

Not an earthly king, but eternal reign,

His purpose clear, through Scripture's train.

The Word of God, forever true,

Enlightening minds, making hearts anew.

So simple folk, in doubt's embrace,

Seek the truth, find God's grace.

In Scripture's pages, His love unfurled,

Guiding souls to a brighter world.

From the Tree of Victory

From tree to victory's embrace,

Jesus endured the cross with grace.

Resurrection, history's trace,

His triumph, our saving space.

Mystery profound, our faith's ground,

In Christ's rising, our hope's found.

Living God, in Him we're bound,

His love in every sight and sound.

Death's grip shattered, sin's power ceased,

Satan's defeat, hell's terror released.

In victory, Christ's glory increased,

Love's story, eternally pieced.

From Friday's cross to Sunday's light,

Through agony, emerged His might.

In His glory, our future bright,

Simple souls find in Him their sight.