You want me to share
And I desire to respond
But false layers within
Are a barrier to intimacy
Like Paul I experience
Doing the opposite
Of what I know is true
Incapable at times of
Overcoming the pulls
Of my lower nature

With John of The Cross
You have given a guide
To help ascend the mount
For it is a mountain –
The way of perfection,
The way of humanisation

In ‘The Ascent’ he tells
Of how arduous the journey
And of what we can do
To become new persons
That is to love You
For in loving You we receive
The grace of ‘The dark night’
And although resisting You
In my weakness You purify me
In the darkness

‘The Night’ shows
That our problems arises
Not from society but within
In order to build up ourselves
We must realise the purification
Of senses and imperfections.
John’s image of burning wood
Implies that You change our very
Being not just our behaviour

The wisdom of both books show
That our very hearts require changing
And only You Our God can do this

- – - written by Liam Ó Comáin

One God (Three Persons) – The Creator of all!
One Redeemer – God’s Word became man
By His Holy Spirit through Mary,
An immaculate Jewish maiden
Whose “Yes” to Gabriel ensured
Our Redemption.
One Church – The Catholic Church -
The Body of Christ
Established upon Peter as recorded in The Bible.
The victim of a constant campaign by the master
Of lies, Satan, and the ego of others who refuse
To accept The Truth from the lips of Jesus while
Rejecting His offer of Himself as the Food of Life.

- – - written by Liam Ó Comáin

At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing
now at length the sword had passed.

Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!

Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying, glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep,
‘whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother’s pain untold?

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
she beheld her tender Child
All with scourges rent.

For the sins of His own nation,
saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

O sweet Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord.

Make me feel as thou hast felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ, my Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified.

Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all our sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live.

By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.

Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;

Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.

Wounded with His every wound,
steep my soul till it hath swooned,
in His very Blood away;

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in His awful Judgment Day.

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
by Thy Mother my defense,
by Thy Cross my victory;

While my body here decays,
may my soul Thy goodness praise,
safe in paradise with Thee. Amen.

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