[He is Calling Me]

Two of my children have entered Religion,  I wrote this poem for them.

He is Calling Me

He is calling me
In my secret heart -
I feel His smile,
His beckoning Hands-

His poor pierced Hands
And who will kiss
Those wounds away?

He calls to me
At every hour
I know not how
That summons came;

But this I know
Since childhood’s hour
He calls me to
A secret place
A place apart.

The Infinite
The Eternity
The All-embracing
makes for me
Room in His Heart.

“That Earthly joys
may fade away” -
So runs the hymn
And may I run
Safe to His side
Eternally
And even now
In this vale of tears
Awhile to stay.

The worldly wise -
How can I make
them understand?
How can I bring them
to kiss His Hand?

While I yet live
On this lowly Earth
I have a task
Not of my own
To please Him now
With my poor best
To sacrifice
and souls to wrest
From Satan’s snare
And bring them safe
through worldly strife
Against the foe
To Paradise
And eternal rest.



for Sr Cecilia Pia of the Five Wounds and Br Gerardo Maria Majella of the Hours FSSR