Emptiful Vessels
The Poems of Fr. Séamus Devitt, C.Ss.R.
Does a fish earn the sea or I the air I breathe, that I or we should strive for our salvation?
ABBA now, at last,- Abba always in my past but now allowed within:
All flesh has become Word of Risen Lord within among his people, earth.
Only in the furnace-heat of Love, (God’s love for me) can this hard heart begin to soften, yield, allow itself to be
Pure Grace is all- I cannot ask for more: Pure Grace is everything that I find in my store.
“From his heart shall spring….”- from mine shall well… what wellings?- Spirit, shadow, grace and gunge,- not ‘or’ but ‘and’:
The call to open up some depth of heart to so-long uninvited Grace
“The Power of Him…” of whom? of Him who raised His Son from death,
Love is where I am it’s what I now possess, -a love poured in- not any love, but that which is of God,
“What have you done?” said He to me “with your anointing,-mine, to you?”
BE JOY-FULL in Hope- Somersault your soul Cartwheel your heart with certainty of Hope.
“Something is not enough” of me for Him who asks not less than every thing.
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