Thursday, October 6, 2011

THE GOOD SAMARITAN - Luke 10:25-37

“I love You Lord,”
How easily the words
Slither like the snake in Eden’s garden,
Reeking of deceit.
I am the Levite and the Priest,
Rolled into one,
For I’ve refused to love,
My neighbor as myself.

Behold the man that I refuse to see,
Cold my contempt for him,
For having left Jerusalem ,
To jaunt in Jericho.
Self righteously I cross the road,
As far away from him as I can get,
Yet I dare to sit upon God’s throne,
Consigning him to hell.

While I make haste lest I be late,
To make my own ascent to Zion.

No time to love my neighbor as myself,
To wash and bathe his wounds,
With the gentle oil of kindness.
I withhold the wine,
Of  my compassion,
I have no unction sweet,
To salve his hurt and heal his heart,
So unlike the Good Samaritan.

Myra D’Souza / 6th October 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

The Door to Life Anew

 Profound is our distress,
As we keep sacred vigil ,
Round your bed.

No cry escapes your lips,

  Skin cleaves to bones,
Your body deathly still.

Your soul prepares for flight,

One journey ends,
Another soon begins.

Each says a last goodbye,

I lift your hand and place it,
One more time against my lips.

You meet my gaze

We make a silent pledge
That we will meet again.

Faith the sentinel to Love,

Declares death but a sign,
Abundant Life goes on.

Myra D’Souza / 29 September 2011

My Beloved, 

All sorrow and pain are springboards from which we can fly into Your loving arms.  There we can find meaning and comfort.  Through all that has happened in the recent past, Your most holy will has been accomplished.  Help me to see that no suffering is without purpose nor is it wasted.  May all we have witnessed, transform us and help us to be better able to speak about You.

When we yield to the Holy Spirit in the various circumstances of our life, He is able to speak to us powerfully. In sorrow, heartache and tears we can allow ourselves to be open to His comfort and words of tender wisdom.

Beloved Jesus, You have done all that was necessary to win our salvation  but because we are such weak creatures, You sometimes give us the individual witness of those we love and whom You have chosen, to make visible and tangible what You Yourself have already done so perfectly for us. 

Thank You for the gift of Sandy who preached and witnessed to Your agony and passion, so powerfully in the last weeks of her life although she did not say a word.  May every life she touched be transformed so that her living and dying will not be in vain.


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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.