I will praise You:

May we praise You through our Blessed Mother, Queen over all the Heaven and the Earth...
May we praise You through Your angels and in Your saints...
May we praise you in each flower that opens, that gives all it can through its very beauty and sweet, sweet fragrance...
May we praise you in each rain cloud, in each raindrop that feeds this fertile land...
May we praise you in Brother Sun that warms the earth, brings forth the harvest and truly gladdens the heart...
May we praise you in the crisp cold night, that brings forth the multitude
of twinkling stars from Heaven and shines forth out majestic Sister Moon...
May we praise You in the termultious crashing of the sea, breaking upon the shore...
May we praise You througth each other, where there is need may we always lovingly give without reserve... Stretch forth to give all You first gave so abundantly to us...
Almighty Good and most powerful, tender loving God, our God we only know You as our most compassionate loving Heavenly Father...We stand before you and praise You by our most ordinary and very simple lives...Amen.

Love is the cause of forgiveness & forgiveness the result:

Happy just to Be:

We are happy just to Be
Wherever that being is
As long as our Lord
Is happy to be there too.

What is perfect joy:

"The Floretti"



Blessed Francis called brother Leo, "Brother Leo write, What is true joy...
A messanger arrives and says that the masters at Paris have entered the Order.
Write: this is not true joy.
Again: that all the prelates beyond the mountains (the Alps). archbishops and
bishops; and again, that the King of France and the King of England (have entered):
write: this is not true joy.
Again: that my Brothers have gone to the infidels and have converted them all to the faith. Again: that I have such grace from God that I heal the sick and work many miracles: I tell you that all these things there is not true joy!
But what is true joy?
I am returning from Perugia and in the depths of the night I come here to the Porziuncola and in the wintertime, muddy and so cold that icicles form on the bottom of my tunic and hit against my legs and blood comes out of such wounds.
And thus besmirched by mud and cold and ice I come to the door and after I have knocked and called for some time, a brother comes and asks: Who's there?
I answer: Brother francis.
And then he says: Go away! this is not a decent hour to be going about: so you
won't get in!
And if i would again insist, he might answer: Go away! You're no more than a
simpleton and an idiot, so don't come back again! We are so numerous and such that we have no need of you! And I stand again at the door and say: For the love of God take me in this night!
And He would respond: I will not!
Go to the Crosiers' place and ask them!

I tell you (Leo), If I would put up with all this and not be upset, in this is
true and real virtue and the salvation of one's soul!".

(The little flowers of St Francis).

I AM not worthy, but You have made me worthy:

I Am Truth, I AM Spirit, Come!
Give up all you are... for all I Will you to be , Come!
Come to Me...In this My Body, Come! I AM waiting, always waiting, Come!
Come to Me...In this My Blood, I Am waiting, Come! To make all things new, Come!
Come to Me...In My Holy WORD, I Am waiting Come!...Enter in, experience My beating, unfathenable, tender heart, Come!
Come to Me...Through each other in all Truth, Come!
Come to Me...In Spirit I AM HE, Come! Quickly, please, please Come!
In My humanity you shall find your life, Come!
Don't stop to ask how... just trust I AM calling, Come!
In all simplicity I AM here,Come! Needfully waiting for your homecoming Come!...
I know you think you are not worthy, but I Have made you worthy...Come!

In Gods garden:

Sweet garden of Gethsemene, how we tremble at your gate...
Enter in for here is a place of deep yearning, a place
where your Good God calls to the inner resece of your heart...
Take off your shoes, all your pretence that guards you, in
the world is as nothing, all is stripped away...It will take
much courage to stand on such Holy ground, more courage than you
alone have to now yield...
Your Heavenly Father knows you through and through, no effort to hide
will do, just Be in this holy place, yes, all that you have been fashioned
to become by Gods right hand...Heart is calling unto heart, do not be afraid
All barriers are removed through a most intimate exchange of Spirit.
Yes, you will have no strength to speak, but The Spirit reaches out
refreshing what is a barren most painful place...Yield, yield often...
Peace will come, it will come quickly, it comes silently, it is willed to
come. Silently no man sees its coming, or its going but it moves...
Willed by our Heavenly Father, the garden of Gethsemean...
O sweet garden of sorrows, let us not fear your isolation,
your silence, your barrenese... From such a Holy place all strength all
dignity is brought forth of the Fathers love, accomplishing all
that our Good God has willed.

For those who believe in God, no explination is necessary
For those who do not, no explanation is possible.