Fighting a bit of a spiritual funk, and gasping for some spiritual spark and creative inspiration I was guided tonight to a journal entry I wrote back on 11/22/19… I’m feeling these things and the prayer in this entry is rising from Christ residence in the temple of my spirit. Thank you, Lord!
Soft gentle waves are moving in my heart and spirit… quiet longings… I’m feeling close to the Promising possibilities of Christ’s Kingdom… sitting here without resolutions while being held in a cup of certainty… I’m ready to drink every precious drop in the chalice… I desire to be purged of every failing to quench my thirst for Mercy
As things seem to get weirder and weirder in the world… where we observe broken, clamorous ripping at the fabric of God’s Unconditional Love: the reality and Power of our Abba’s Love seems more and more Present. It’s as if God is no longer willing to hide in the festering failings of letting our human wills run amuck in the cesspools of our selfishness. His Love is Insistent…
There’s a bell ringing in my spirit. My mind is at rest tonight in a truth that Grace has set as an unmovable Truth…
Is it possible that I could be sad, and joyful all at once, and in a decathected way? I’m reaching for words that cannot characterize my state of heart, mind and spirit… I’m waiting – poised – patient… my heart is tempered… Soft is the word that keeps coming to my mind… I feel softness – gentleness in my spirit’s yearnings
The echoes between Pavarotti and the choir in the second verse of the song are a musical metaphor for where I am residing… the musical sweetness is truly angelic (Panis Angelicus – Bread of the Angels) … I felt compelled to find a piece of music to guide my praying tonight before my rosary.
I was guided by my guardian angel to this beautiful piece of music… it reflects how I’m speaking to our Lord today and how my heart and spirit have been reaching out to you through the Mystical Body of Christ that joins us… perhaps the music mirrors something moving in you… I don’t know, and I can never be unequivocal about things that drift in and out of my sacred imagination.
Precious Lord we approach this weekend with bated breath. We join in zeal with countless brothers and sisters in heaven, all the angels and holy ones in welcoming you as our King. Please grant us a moment in your Holy Presence. Pause every distraction that breaks our contact with you. Receive us as humble children. Amplify in our hearts your ways of tender compassion and mercy. Fill us with tireless care for the needs of others. We wish to learn how to Love like you. Shepherd of our Hearts teach us angelic melodies of praise and wonder. Write a song of ceaseless Awe in our Spirits – to you our King our Creator – Our God we give all Glory now and forever. Watch over us tonight as we sleep. Ask your Mother to blanket us in her mantle of prayers. Protect our families. Grant healing for all of our ails: physical, emotional, situational, and spiritual. May we be instruments of your Light and Peace. May our heart radiate your love that others will desire you more than anything else in this world. Prepare us for heaven. AMEN
With this music and meditative writing, I’m sharing the breath of heaven’s Spirit with everyone under the duress of despair or anguish – may it lift them up – nourish them – encourage them – and feed them with Our Lord’s Precious Body – may they be wrapped in Christ’s Protective Grace of Light and Peace…
Latin Text
Panis Angelicus fit panis hominum
Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum
O res mirabilis! Manducat Dominum
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis
English Translation
The angel’s bread becomes the bread of men
The heavenly bread ends all symbols
Oh, miraculous thing! The body of the Lord will nourish
The poor, poor, and humble servant
The poor, poor, and humble servant
