Letting Go

Tonight I let you go,
Not because my heart no longer Adores you so,
no, no, its for the love of another,
The One who holds us both so close.

I sit and cry, He listens and holds,
and He always asked,
"Will you let her Go"

Trust me and know,
As, you let her go,
That soon, like Abraham
a new love will be close at hand.

Than soon, I will restore,
but you must let go,
and soon I will release your heart to love,
For then you will only see me.

So my son, let go,
and let me hold,
let your love go into me,
and my pierced heart will contain thee.

A Winter Rose

A Rose Bloomed Once,
A long time Ago,
Upon the rain of love,
Did this Rose grow.

Its smell so Sweet,
And color so bright,
That it shown,
and pierced the Dark night,

But Oh! Sweet tragedy,
That rose did die,
my soul lamenting to see it go,
but with great vigor, somthing else begain to take hold.

The winds did blow,
and my heart seemed froze,
like the little rose below.

The night did set,
and the moon thus rose,
its rays reflecting
of sweet purities snow.

How i longed to see that rose,
but purity has a way of protecting its own,
and i stopped and looked, and saw
purity had been protecting my own Rose.

So I must wait,
and settle my soul,
until spring, however long
To share my own, winter rose.

My Jesus,

My love is not profound-
my love is very simple.

My faith is not profound-
my faith is very simple.

My song is not profound-
my song is very simple.

My prayer is not profound-
my prayer is very simple.

My Jesus,

I am very simple. I thank You for mercifully instilling simplicity in my soul and heart, for if I even barely grasped Your depth, O God, I would not be who You have created me to be- a simple child.

You are so profound, my God!
And oh, so very simple!

Darling Heart of all Simplicity, I love you. I beg you to bestow upon me the garment of profound simplicity, that I may never see myself or anyone else in any way but the way You see me, and the way You see them. May my love be simple and constant. Amen.

Our Souls are Anchored in The Lord.

There are just some people who you look at and know that they are special, that no words can explain them. Then by some crazy chance, you're given the opportunity to learn about that person, to grow in faith with them. Then you start feeling like a robber because you feel like you are gaining so much more than you're giving. Then you start finding yourself thinking about them all the time, and smiling to yourself when everyone else is frowning and asking, “why are you smiling?” and you don’t say a thing but instead just shake your head because you know they won't understand. Then you start remembering her eyes, and the heart starts to beat faster even when you're sitting alone and not doing any activity... Yet one part remains completely silent- the Soul. The soul is the quiet steady ship in storm, and when finally all is quiet, when all alone and contemplating about the Lord, the other is molded into Jesus Christ. This is ultimately what we must find in one another- Jesus; and we must strive to bring Jesus Christ to the others by the empty vessel which we all are. So the heart may race, the smiles may come, but our souls are the anchor which are cast out into the grace of God, and where all relationships must remain, Firmly anchored in Him.

With Humility
Earnest

I love it here

There's no place quite like this place.
Every room has
a) someone precious in it
b)something lovely in it
c) something wonderful cooking in it
d) at least one vase of flowers in it
e)all of the above, and then some.

There is a big glass vase of tulips and daisies in my room. The foyer, stairwell, and upstairs hallways have all been painted yellow--can you believe it, yellow! It looks like a new house. It is beautiful. The statue of St. Jude in the foyer (it sits on the cabinet) offers the perfect contrast to the buttery yellow walls--he's a mixture of green, beige, and vibrant red.

The sky has been overcast all weekend and today, but I don't mind. It smells wonderful outside...sort of organic and hopeful, you know... I woke up to the birds singing through the drops of rain this morning. You should have heard them--they were singing as if their hearts were ready to burst. I could have flung open the windows, stepped on to the sill, and started singing with them (I didn't- instead I simply smiled and then went downstairs for a cup of coffee).

Today is the birthday of one of the loveliest woman to walk on this earth: my sweet grammy, Annie. Such a lovely, lovely woman. Such a big heart in such a tiny body; so much compassion evident in those ageless blue eyes; so many years of toil written into her bent little hands, with her paper-thin skin and red fingertips. Of all the people I have ever known, Grammy has loved me (and all of her grandchildren) the most consistently and unwaveringly. 96 years old, with the soul of a chaste and little child.

The Pasture

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long. - You come, too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
that's standing by the mother.
It's so young, it totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long. - You come, too.

-Robert Frost

Two Souls Meet up on the Roof Last Night

Two young souls met on the rooftop one night, and what a night to remember! Both were bundled up with extra layers for protection against the cold, but the cold didn’t really matter anyway: they could have been up there in summer outfits and they still would have been warm. They made small talk, and sometimes no talk at all, because sometimes you just don’t need words to communicate...sometimes all it takes is looking into the other's eyes and something sweeter thsn words rushes forth into your own eyes.
One soul had big brown eyes which spoke of gentleness and compassion, and offered a sisterhood that the other soul with blue eyes could not refuse, and which they accepted with humility and inside wept for joy.
The soul with the Blue eyes knew he was not the cause of this joyful meeting. He knew that someone greater had planted the seeds that had garmented over time, and now were just starting to break through the soil. In such silence had these seeds grown, and in such silence had they penetrated the soil. They had been watered carefully through prayer, and feed daily by the Divine Hand.
So they flew from that rooftop to their Father's house, and there they knelt, gave thanks for the companionship He had given to them. The Father accepted their thanks, and told the Blue eyed soul, “seeds are protected by the soil, and are given nutrition; now my son, see the young plant that has begun to grow ever so slowly. Protect it with great servitude from the world that seeks to destroy it, and turn to the Son for that is your life. Do not despair when clouds appear, and rain falls, but rejoice for clouds and rains are necessary for the growth of the young plant, and know that even when the Son is gone from view, it will always be there, and will break through the Clouds.” With that the Father ended his commands to the Blue eyed soul. Then he took his sister, walked her home, and said goodnight. With much sadness that night had ended, but in realizing all good things must end so better things can begin, the blue eyed soul walked back to his home, giving thanks and humming a simple tune in his geart.

Your Brother
Ernest