Wednesday, October 13, 2010

HAIL MARY



Wrapped in perfect silence,
She was immersed in prayer,
Quite unaware an angel of
The Lord was standing there.

He called her name out softly,
“Hail Mary, full of grace.”
His greeting filled her with alarm,
As she returned his gaze.

“Be not afraid dear Mary,
You're chosen to fulfill,
God's plan to bear the Saviour,
Naming Him Emmanuel.”

“You know I am a virgin,
How then can this be true?”
“By the Spirit’s powerful presence,
And God overshadowing you.”

“I am the Lord’s handmaiden,
As you’ve said, so may it be,
According to God’s Holy Word
And His plan for me.”

Not even for an instant,
Did she ever contemplate,
Refusal to the angel’s plea,
Nor did she hesitate.

Heaven's gates flew open,
Angelic choirs sang,
With her fiat Divinity,
Took on the Flesh of Man.

Today we honour Mary,
As the Mother of our race,
God’s exquisite masterpiece,
Adorned with matchless grace.

MYRA D’SOUZA / 11.1.1999

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

SAFE IN HIS ARMS


Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Serenely silent and still,
Just like a child that is weaned my soul,
Quietly rests in His will.

When troubles arise to assail me,
The storm can fall where it may,
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
I know that I cannot stray.

I call on the Name of Jesus,
When I find I’m lost and alone
Foolishly floundering deep in sin,
I call and He carries me home.

I snuggle closer to Jesus,
When sorrow tears me apart,
He wipes away the tears from my eyes,
And turns my face to His Heart.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
There’s no place I’d rather be,
His Heart my haven and harbor,
Heaven is Jesus for me.

 
 
Myra D'Souza/6th October 2010

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

PRAISING GOD FOR HER




It’s time to make a joyful noise,
In praise of God our Maker,
Drawing near the Throne of grace,
Thanking our Creator.
For the precious gift that He,
Bestowed on us a while,
By giving us this treasure,
In the land of our exile.

Everyday since she’s been gone,
We’ve felt the pain of loss,
Together we have helped each other,
Share and bear the cross.
Although we weep in secret,
Our gratitude is strong,
For the treasury of memories,
We will reverence life long.


Leaving a living legacy,
In her daughter’s dimpled smiles,
Her impish sense of fun is seen,
In her firstborn child.
The youngest of her girls displays,
Her grit and fortitude,
And we can trace her warmth and charm,
In her son’s attitude.

Let’s praise the Lord together,
For the love and laughter shared,
For the memories we treasure,
That will ease the years ahead.
We’ll speak of her with gladness,
Though tears may mist our eyes,
Thanking God we’ll meet again,
After this short goodbye.



Myra D’Souza / 3rd October 2010

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Was born in Mumbai.  Studied in St. Michael's Convent in Karwar.  Went to Wadia College in Pune. Did a Secretarial course in Mumbai at Nirmala Niketan and at Burnleys Institute. Came to Kuwait at 21 years of age, and still  here.  Married with 3 wonderful children a girl and two boys and a great husband.