Psalms from Saltillo- download now for free. This compilation is a poetic manifesto of what God does to a soul who chooses to give it all. Called to serve the abandoned and abused youth of Saltillo, Mexico, my wife and I were lucky enough to work alongside present-day saints whose reflection of God’s light shone on us. To this day, their examples and the trials faced while helping those most in need have taught us more than we could ever have dreamed of about regarding Catholic social justice. These poems allow readers to relive that experience.
Are your dreams saturated, discarnate memories
or wrought swords for your cheerful heart aware?
Are your children prepared for their Savior,
or repentant merely for their unfair share?
Where our poor, degenerate spirits scream,
your tears offer their forever present ears.
Proclaiming your Glory through your never-ending carol,
striking chords internally, for Eternity remains near!
Spiritual Mother Mediatrix, engrave your ardor throughout creation.
Through your relation, stray our cerebrum from Lucifer’s fray.
Entrap our spirits for freedom’s allure, rouse our hearts conformed,
uniform your Spiritual flower growth during your yearly interval: May
You have created me from dust
and to dust I shall return.
Although I am not worthy to stoop and loosen the thongs of your sandals,
I bow down before thee nevertheless
as the dust that collects beneath Your every step.
Might I be washed clean by Your servant’s hair,
decorated by perfume for Your pleasure?
Or should I be that which collected in Your carpentry shop?
Should I be so blessed to collect
the puddle of tears and blood below Your knees in Gethsemane?
Or be moved, dug deep into a hole
so that I might bear the weight of the cross?
No longer shall I suffer in pain,
as dust I have no greater joy than this:
that after three days You rolled the stone away
and breathed me into Your resurrected lungs.
Live Jesus in our hearts forever!
Happy Resurrection day everyone.
My Master speaks in poetry
through the soundless words of His truth.
He stories of His past unknown
by the open souls of our youth.
He composes light within them
to shine with melodious grace,
so all who look upon their joy
can also gaze upon His face.
The young reveal the mystery
like the daybreak fills the night
without their life, we are darkness
but in them, in Him, we find light.
Live Jesus in our hearts forever!
You see through me
And vanquish the worries that barricade my soul
From passing into You
Once these obstacles have been removed by your awesome power
I can only stand in awe at the might of Your presence
At the mere thought of Your love
My soul falls to its knees
My body remains seated
My mind heads for the door
And my heart unhinges its lock
Slowly, while I push,
And I forget that there ever was a door.
For You are everywhere
And in everything
Even a mixture of soul and dust
Though my eyes be struck blind, my ears deafened
Your presence becomes all the more obvious
Though my tongue be dumbed and my fingers frozen
The hands of my soul will remained clasped
And my mouth will sing Your name
For You are not the King of this world,
You are merely its creator.
You are the King of a world more special
Where physical senses have little value
And spiritual beings surround Your presence
How glad I am when You call me to be here
Without my body,
And the obstacles that keep it entertained.