Good Morning Creator



Good Morning Creator

Well-Spring of Life

You are my Master.


I grow in love for you

Your Word was made true

Compassionate, beloved, multiplied.


Good Day also to The Son

Loving Jesus, daily bread wholesome

The Body of my breast. 


Fed like the four-thousand

I offer your service returned

Today, make it something profound.


Of us, in service,

We pray.


Blessed if we Remain



Why do we leave blind?

Why do we leave love behind?


What do we expect to find?

A unicorn Divine? 


Why do we fight?

When love is right


We must be kind

Disclose our sight


Reveal what is seen

Not the enemy;

A cold heart

Never ripened


But a warm heart

God’s light;

From the eye

Within the temple


Love’s shrine

Beneath the chapel


Blessed is the reign

Home’s loving remains.



The Musical Convert

The importance of music in contemplation:


There it is, the other world

Participated in by One Spirit

Holy Patris, sat upon the throne

Watching mere mortals atone.


Playing a tune, wishful

He catches us thinking

In our dreams, of eternity

Rebuking the abyss;

Abattoir of our Sins.


The Lord’s Spirit, it is

The rhythm of hope, melodic

Spellings of ethereal hymnody

Capture the beauty, in tones 

Of the heavenly realms.


Unclean Spirits flee

Covering their ears, shameful

The non-wicked persons Victory

Is Harmony, Christie eleison. 


Uprooted in consciousness

Flames rise, rid of blasphemies 

Untangled, new joys and celebrations

Rejoice, novices pursue the Lord’s welcome

The gates pierced open.  


Acquiring a soul for the journey 

Fit for the mansion of a Kingdom

Living stars upon the earth, sanctified

Filled with Sancto Spiritu

Given new life, renewed!