11/7/21 through 11/13/21

 11/7/21 through 11/13/21

Sunday

Few are asked to trust the way

The widows often do.

Each meal, or when they get their pay

They offer Him His due.

They know without a doubt He lives

And meets their every need.

In many varied ways, He gives

To help the children feed.

The generosity they show

Compassion knows it well,

But wealthy may not ever know,

Or such a story tell.

The many gifts each day received

Acknowledged from the Lord.

The price beyond what man perceived,

 Or what one could afford.

Monday

We rise or fall to meet our friends.

Truth, a lying world transcends,

For Wisdom flees deceitful hearts,

And from the fool, she soon departs.

The evil heart she enters not,

To those the rule of love forgot,

But Wisdom kindly soon forgives

The one in light of truth who lives.

Repentance be my daily road,

For she forgives and lightens load.

To flee the sin my one desire,

And Wisdom of the saints acquire.

Tuesday

The temple is that holy place

Reserved for God alone.

The site of mystery and grace

Where seeds of love are sown.

Come enter in and find the peace

That stills a restless soul.

Come find the Lord that brings release,

And makes the sinner whole.

Come see within your neighbor too

Our Lord who dwells within.

For He's a temple, as are you,

A refuge, both akin.

Wednesday

Your words in all I do I seek.

The words of One so strong, yet meek.

The guide for all I say and do,

The guide for all, because they're true.

In truth is where all peace is found.

The truth becomes that ringing sound,

Proclaiming loud to all the earth,

In truth, we have our second birth.

If you were but aware, You'd see,

His constant presence guiding thee,

And all you have a gift He gave

To you, and many others save.

His judgment on the privileged one,

Much harsher than the lowly one.

From those with much, He much demands

For truth is in all His commands.

Thursday

Mobile beyond motion,

Mirror of our God,

Deeper than the ocean,

Reflecting Him unflawed.

Intelligent and holy,

Tranquil and secure,

Aura shining boldly,

Nothing ere so pure.

Manifold and subtle,

Agile and unstained,

Glowing as a scuttle

For the truth obtained.

Fairer than the sun or moon,

Surpassing every star.

From the Rock of ages hewn,

Endless reservoir.

Image of integrity,

Age to age, of fame.

Model of tenacity,
Wisdom, is her name.

Friday

The fool alone is blind to see

The Maker in His majesty.

For all proclaims His mighty hand,

And beauty bows to His command.

In fire, wind, and water strong

All nature sings a praising song.

Exalting One who made them all,

And acting on His every call.

What humble poor can plainly see,

The wise and learned claim to be

Colossal happenstance above,

Instead of mighty works of love.

Their willful ignorance is bliss,

But none the Master will dismiss,

For in each heart the truth is planted,

But denied, no pardon granted.

Saturday

Persistent prayer, four hundred years?

Untold the cries and many tears.

The Judge will hear, someday relent,

A One to save, from Heaven sent.

His time is not the time of men.

We see it green, but He knows when

The fruit is ripe and ready for

His mighty hand to then restore.

Persist in spite of what you see

For land will rise above the sea.

A way be made both straight and true

To all the weary souls renew.