Friday, 23 March 2018



Before Thy Face
As I gaze on your face divine
So full of sweet compassion
Your thorn crowned head bent in love
To speak words of pardon for my sin.
Your arms are stretched out to embrace
With treasures of love and confidence.

The sacred feet and hands are nailed
Which once went about doing good.
Healing the sick, blessing the children
Nailed to the cross and covered with Blood.
From the crown of your sacred head
To the sole of your feet gushing blood.

Jesus crucified our redemption
The ladder that leads us to heaven
The living memorial of your love
Abba father’s gift from above.
May we carry our cross lovingly
Follow in your footsteps steadfastly.

When we delight in our sins and vices
We take part in crucifying Jesus
But if we love Jesus with all our heart
And love every one with tender heart
On our death bed he will say words of love
Today you will be with me in paradise.
HAIL HOLY CORSS
                                                                                                           Sr. MARIA ASSUMPTA.


                                        

Tuesday, 20 March 2018





The master strolling along,
                Picked up a grain of wheat,
                        From the bag kept ready for sowing.
He looked at it, rubbed it clean, kissed it and pressed it to his heart.
The grain of wheat was thrilled, was overjoyed.
Close to the master’s heart it remained,
Like a precious pearl, a gem, a jewel now still more precious.
The grain of wheat began to dream dreams, lofty dreams.
It saw itself set in a precious pendent,
Lovely, beautiful shining bright Oh so very beautiful,
And in ecstatic exuberance it exclaimed
“I was born for You, I am Yours, What is your plan for me.”
Delighted in its glory it looked up at the sky –
A little twinkling star grew big and bright –
It looked down at the little grain of wheat  and said
“ Many a gem is born to bloom and blush
 and waste its sweetness in the night air”
The star twinkled a mischievous smile
            Left its mark and disappeared.
The little grain of wheat kept repeating
Many a flower is born to bloom and blush
 and waste its sweetness in the night air”
Till one fine day it stopped looking at the sky
You stupid, that’s not meant for you,
You are not a flower  you are a grain of wheat”
The little grain of wheat went back to its musing.
The master took the little grain of wheat looked at it and kissed it,
Then he went out into the garden,
Dug a little hole and dropped the little grain of wheat.
The little grain cried out Oh Master what have you done to me?
It hurts  Oh Oh Oh my master My body is paining.
My master I love you and I know you love me too ,
I am yours , I was born for you Do with me as you wish.
The grain of wheat looked around. All the same it could not help feeling the pain.
And oh! It was smelly, dirty and dark. Oh master it cried out.
My master where are you? And the little grain of wheat wept.
It wept and wept and wept till it fell asleep
It woke up to a splitting pain on its side,
And looked at itself and saw a lovely shoot sprouting up,
As  beautiful as the wings of an angel, Oh so very delicate and beautiful.
And down below fine lovely roots  My! how very lovely, dainty how delicate.
Oh what beauty, I never knew these were in me Yes I had to die to know,
To know that unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground,
It remains but a grain of wheat, but if it dies it will yield a rich harvest.
Content now; the dried up skin of the grain of wheat dreamed once more,
A field of Wheat stocks dancing in the wind, is winnowed and crushed.
Into flour and baked to make Hosts  --  Hosts ---  the Body of Christ
And it said to itself Now I know why I was born----
Yes I was born to become the Body of Christ 
          
                                                          Sr. Mary Paul ocd
                                                             Hassan Carmel.