Spiritual Nourishment by Joanne Olivieri

Prince Of Peace

The dove of peace unfolds his wings.

    angel hair entwines heartstrings.

As spirits chant, a minstrel sings,

    the choral melody of kings.

Due North a star, lights the way

To Prince of Peace, where He lay.

                   A child

                   So Mild

A Savior born on Christmas day.

Peace

On thy lips, fruit of the vine

    shall evoke a taste of shame

Martyred bloodshed cup of wine

    invisible in His name.

Thy wrath befell upon the sight

Of devils chance to winged flight

                   Yet we

                   Shall see

Lion and lamb, lie down with thee.

A Need To Pray

As we awake to the echo of dawn

with a silent reflection of day,

our hearts and souls are renewed

as we thank God by our need to pray.

A need that is fueled by hope

and a faith which is never betrayed,

by God who delivers the saving rope

as we climb the mount of temptation each day.

If we misstep and lose our balance

and begin to go astray

our Lord will provide spiritual guidance,

when we fall to our knees and pray.

His Light

    His light rekindles day to day

    and sparks His image as we pray.

Beyond the jagged etched twilight

a moonlit gloss projects His light.

A piercing glow injects our veins

with Holy serum spread as rain.

He filters through our heart and soul

providing strength to make us whole.

    His spark rekindles as we pray

    and lights his image day to day.

Mary Our Mother

Clothed in sunlight, crowned with stars

show us your mercy from afar.

Infinite wisdom, divine grace

the lamb of God endears your face.

Fruit of your womb, a virgin snow

your tears of love will help us grow.

Mary, dear Mother, queen of May

dwell in our hearts, let us not stray.

Music

Voice of the angels

perfect harmony

uplift my spirit

sweet melody.

Lyrical notes

harped echo

protect my soul

from all woe.

Melodious chant

beloved hymn

soothe my soul

blessed Seraphim.

Angel

for Mom

Are you my angel?

Who guides my soul

who feels my heart

who drinks my thoughts

who soothes my mind

Are you my angel?

Always,

Together in time.

My Gifts For You

The greatest of God’s gifts

I can wish for you

are taken for granted by many

though for me, hold precious and true.

A canary softly chirping

A mandolin strumming in rhyme

A rose gently unfolding

An infant, smiling for the first time.

The sun slowly setting

The moon waking to rise

The sea’s waves calming

The drifting winds chime

Trees melodically swaying

Mountains, to the heavens they climb

These are my gifts for you,

With love, dear friend of mine.

My Lighthouse

When the waves of the sea lie still

and the sea bird's cry is mute

and the sunlight is buried in darkness

with the balance of life in dispute…

I know that grief has encompassed

and begun to drown my soul

emerging in cascades of pain

drowning what once was whole.

I know as I ask my savior

for His help in lighting my way

my God will become my lighthouse

and chart the path to ease my pain.

Rain

An angel softly wept

as showers cleansed the earth,

while we peacefully slept

planted seeds of new birth.

A spiritual cleansing of sorts

shedding a mask grown old,

unburdened without remorse

new beginnings yet to unfold.

A luminous rainbow awakens

lending color to our skies,

a protective stained glass garment

Heaven shields the angels cries.

Spiritual Nourishment

A gift for the soul

as warmth from the sun

caress and beholds

our spirits as one.

Seeds of the future

enriched by our care

experience nature

and love, we will share

Harvests to flourish

the fruits of this earth

spiritually nourished

by God, and His works.

Weapon of Faith

His scepter, a sword in divine attire

Pierces the serpent, with tongues of fire.

He fans the flames of Satan’s desire

As a weapon of faith, for spiritual hire.

The Northern Gate

A child is born into the night

unto the womb of  heaven’s light.

His journey plants a seed of peace

as sacrificial lamb to fleece.

His shoulders bear a cross of blood

as tears of sin unleash the flood.

Thine eyes behold the Northern gate

and see the stars prophetic fate.

Forsaken not, by Father’s hand

His death, doth scar a shallow land.

He rose above, upon third day

sight unseen to light the way.

His death became the gift of life

to free the soul, of endless strife.

Thine eyes behold the Northern gate

and see the stars prophetic fate.