Saturday, December 11, 2004


Roses bloomed
in December
on a hill,
unexpected promise
to a bishop
who had his doubts.

A faithful hand
gathered them
perhaps unsure
why he had been given
this mission,
but still willing to obey.

As they cascaded to the floor
one by one,
revealing a mystery
to the amazement
of those gathered,
did you smile, Lady,
at their wonder
that the mundane
could be shattered
by the touch
of a loving God?

Susan E. Stone, 2004

Tuesday, December 07, 2004


O Lord,
sometimes it's just so hard
to see the sorrows,
of our loved ones,
to let them go
like doves flying off
into your care.
How often I want to scream,
NO! Don't do that!
and sometimes,
it pierces through my thick head
that you watching us
make all the wrong choices,
as we choose sin over good,
anger over love,
lust over charity,
must know how much restraint and love
it takes
to watch those who you care fore
choose badly.

O Lord,
help me to choose the good over the bad,
the light over the dark
to feel my heart conflicted, breaking with love
than to reject the chance to love,
and to thank you always
for your great mercy,
this day,
and always.


Susan E. Stone, 2004

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Monday, December 06, 2004


What a grey day, Lord,
one which makes me yearn for the sun
as I watch the snowflakes drift down

What a grey day, Lord,
when the emptiness touches my life,
and I watch my miseries
drift by,
Oh, Lord,
when I am in this darkness,
kindle in me the fire of your love,
until I yearn for the Son
who is all the light I need.


Susan E. Stone, 2004

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