Sunday of Yesteryear

Be me of Sunday morn
One of yesteryear
Foundation of my faith
One of witness there

In Moms’ hands of folding
Loving word of prayer
In everything she did
Self-sacrifice to share

In Dads’ knee of bending
One of humility
Hard work of devotion
For his family

In Grandmas flowered hat
Years of faith did live
Persistence through life’s struggles
Trust in you she gives

Source of inner strength
Through their life of giving
Receiver of the Word
Faith through life of living

Shaped

Each day we’re being shaped
This truth now let us see
Physically and mental
And soul spiritually

A gift granted to us
That we are truly free
If we do ignore it
World ends up shaping me

With two enemies
Of anger and of greed
Let us claim our choices
New way to proceed

But where shall we turn?
Three actions lead the way
Solitude and silence
Seeking let us pray

One of transformation
Through Spirit set apart
Fruit of actions be
Flowing from the heart