Monday, April 30, 2012

BARTIMAEUS AND I -- Mark 10:46-52

 How often we are daunted,
How easily we’re cowed,
We step aside when bullied,
By a peevish, Godless crowd.

We squander opportunities,
By yielding cravenly,
To fear so oft’ unfounded,
Through sheer timidity.

Not so was Bartimaeus,
A beggar who was blind,
Who longed for an encounter,
With the Physician, Jesus Christ.

With lively faith he raised his voice,
Above the scolding crowd,
He would not let them badger him,
His spirit was unbowed.

“Be merciful”, he shouted,
“Son of David pity me”,
The more they tried to quiet him,
The louder grew his plea.

 “Call the man,” said Jesus
He’d heard the beggar’s cry,
Anyone who calls on Him,
He never will deny.

He threw aside his cloak at once,
And at God’s feet He fell.
“What do you want of Me,” said Christ,
“My blindness Lord dispel.”

I too was blind when sin had cast,
It’s ugly blight on me,
I cried aloud like Bartimaeus, 
Now praise God I see.

Myra D’Souza / 30th April 2012

Thursday, April 26, 2012


A little glimpse of heaven,
A sudden burst of light,
It lasted but an instant,
But with it came insight.
A greater understanding,
Of what He wished to say,
To me this glorious morning,
At the dawning of the day.

A spark of holy wisdom,

Shot silver through the gray,
My bent toward desire,
For self glory stripped away.
Censured by the Spirit,
I was dismayed to see,
How often I have courted praise,
In blatant vanity.

I the wick while He the Fire,
He furnishes the oil,
His the seed I’m called to scatter,
He prepares the soil.
Nothing mine, all He has given,
His the light I shine,
As I labor in His vineyard,
Forming hearts in His design.


Thursday, April 5, 2012


Come O Lord,
Do not pass me by,
You heard and stopped
When Bartimaeus cried,
Hear me too and ask me,
What I wish of You.

But You are God
And You know everything,
You know just what I need,
What is Your will for me?
Must I be crushed,
Tormented in the winepress
Of this suffering?

Grant that I may see,
And if this be Your will,
Then also grant the grace ,
That I will surely need,
To bow and say,
“I will accept Your will for me.”

Myra D'Souza / 5th April 2012

Lamentations 1:20a
“Look, O Lord, for I am in distress;
     my stomach churns;
my heart is wrung within me.”

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


03 APRIL 2010

   "Weeping may linger for the night but joy comes in the morning." (Psalm 30:5)

Relentless time moves on,
Blunting in its wake,
The agonizing razor’s edge,
Of stupefying loss,
And heartrending sorrow.

No longer does our weeping,
Scorch and blind,
But often times a rush of tears,
Can fall  as we recall,
A poignant memory.

There is a time to grieve,
A time to mourn,
But healing comes unfailingly,
As comes anew each dawn,
Life has to run its course.

The sting of death lies withered,
By His empty tomb,
Hope promises we'll meet again
In our Father's house,
In His tomorrow.

 Myra D'Souza / 3rd April 2012

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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.