In having breathed in the dust of the Holy Lands
Where my Lord once taught, healed, bled–and died,
He who loved me first and has loved me eternally –was resurrected
In the landscape of my soul, the New Jerusalem.
I only have now and in this moment,
The prayers of the Church,
All the hosts of angels and saints,
And creation from the beginning of time, until the end of time,
Are united with mine.
Deep calls to deep,
Where all time and all space,
Are all in the Almighty,
The Word of God,
Made Flesh by the power of the Spirit
Who dwelt among us, who dwells within us
The Mystical Chase
When it is dark, and the last rays of the day
Dip into the horizon and inflame the blue ocean of sky,
I run to catch a glimpse of You, my Beloved
3 thoughts on “Teresa Linda, ocds: poems of resurrection”
💒 😌 lovely communion with thee Beloved🌹Shalom🙏🏼
Wow! Teresa, this poem is beautiful!
Sandra E. Larragoiti, OCDS
this means a lot