(For Mary and Phil Leonard)
“What’s written for me”
I wanted to write out my life-
I tried so hard I burst-
And then I found at Calvary
Jesus wrote it first-
Costing Him much more than me-
My musings a dead letter-
And His life alive for mine-
His Living Word was better
Than my clever little rhymes,
Cruel playthings of an aging boy,
A shallow singing of sad times
Maturing to His Manly Joy.
The Art of Life is hung at Calvary-
Nails piercing the Master’s hand
That recreates after the Fall
The Life of Heaven for us all.
He wanted to right out our lives-
Live life with us from the Cross-
Each Man’s book is written there
And we read our lives in prayer.
To create from joy and suffering
Our offering up of each small task-
To let His Flesh and Blood be ours
In the Mystery of the Mass…
And let Him write out with our lives
The living of His life again,
Until we truly learn to sing
The poem that will never end.
I was healed of insanity - my mind shattered in 1982 ( a bitter Anti Catholic) by Jesus in the Catholic Church - a thirty year journey into JOY God Bless You----.Peter Whalen