Gaze on the Mirror of Eternity


Gaze upon the Lord of love,
gaze upon his face of grace;
gaze upon the living One
who holds you in close embrace.

Gaze upon the Lord of love,
gaze upon his coming poor
from the highest of the heavens
to our lowly earthly shore.

Look upon his loving way,
look upon his open heart,
look upon his sacred cross,
from death’s dust to bring new start.

If you learn from suffering,
If you open to life’s pain,
and allow your heart to weep,
then with him you’ll always reign.

Gaze upon the Lord’s dear cross,
the wounds of each day’s love,
Gaze on his life, and know the
splendours of God’s heav’n above.

  • Adapted from St Clare of Assisi and the Irish Province OFM
  • Sing to The Carnival is Over
    NOTE: To sing the last stanza, repeat the last 8 bars of the music,
    i.e. from Bar 25 to the second ending.
  • Or leave out the last four lines of the words.

The beauty of Saint Clare of Assisi


Gifted with the true Light,
beauty is Clare’s life:
duty and delight to
mirror all God’s love.

Beauty in her dear soul —
deep serenity;
Poverty of life told
riches of God’s love.

Beauty with her Sisters,
Clare’s compassion,
passion to insist a
path for all to love.

Beauty in our planet,
Clare loved living things.
Sings so strongly. Fan it!
Worship God with love.

Beauty in her praying,
Clare holds up the Host,
Boasts in all of staying
with Him who died Love.

Following Saint Francis,
Clare marks out a way:
Pay your love to Jesus —
God surrounds with love.

Metre: 6565D Camberwell, “Puff the Magic Dragon”

Or 6565 Caswall

Ted Witham, The Feast of St Clare 2011

St Clare and her sisters

To the Song of Joy


My heart sings for joy to Jesus,

my heart knows who is its Lord;

my heart clings for joy to Jesus,

my soul up to heaven has soared.

Fruitfulness and playfulness are

joy’s companion in the day;

working side by side for God’s realm

lightens up the pilgrim’s way.

My heart hears for joy the story

of his birth and ministry;

My heart knows the greatest glory’s

joining in the mystery.

My heart knows for joy the Passion:

Crucified, now Risen still.

Spirit coming, gifts are given,

joy, love, hope and faith fulfil.

My heart cries for joy in sorrow,

grief and joy are part of love,

waiting for new life tomorrow –

God’s own self poured from above.

My heart aches for joy in sickness,

knowing underneath all’s well,

even when the surface ruffles,

Jesus rescues me from hell.

My heart leaps for joy when pardoned,

knowing that we’re reconciled.

My heart grows with joy in friendship,

everybody is God’s child.

My heart flies for joy with Francis,

my heart floats with joy with Clare,

like the little lamb that prances,

like the clouds upheld in air.

Ted Witham, 1991

 

Francis dances

Francis dances before Brother Sun