Encountering Veronica

willing Himself to swim upstream
through the River of Horror
she takes form in front of His blood-filled eyes
a drop of pure water amidst the swirling putridity
releases her defenses
vulnerability meeting Vulnerability
a weaving together through the conduit of her veil
an opening wide of the floodgates of tenderness
unleashing a current to carry them forward

No Longer A War Zone

my parents waged a war against me
a war to kill my spirit
and for some bizarre reason
we chose my body as the battleground

the culture has waged a war against women
a war to determine our worth
and for some bizarre reason
our bodies have been chosen as the battlegrounds


I am claiming this body
this extraordinary gift from my Creator
this counter-cultural masterpiece
and I am consecrating it to LOVE

I can translate the languages of Love
through my physicality
celebrate the dignity of others
become, create, restore

and with this body
along with my heart, my mind, and my spirit
I can choose to walk away from
a war zone that insults the truth
and the magnificence
of who I am


Of Origins and Destiny


I have recently learned
that each atom
every element
in our bodies
was crafted
in the Stars
that means that we are all
walking around
orbiting each other
succumbing to gravitational pulls
engaging in fusion
explosive dynamics
birthing creativity
and rest
all the while
of who we were
and of that lustrous playground
the Star-Fields
which await the arrival
of who we will become

Less Than


Seemingly diminished by lack of possessions
Blamed for what I cannot control
I struggle to resist the suffocating blanket
Forcibly draped over me
That feeling of being
Less than

Less than in perfect health
Less than a financial contributor
Less than fertile
Less than a daughter who is cherished

In spite of the movements outside of me
Inside I am becoming more and more myself
And discovering
A heart bigger than the world
Enlarging with the expanding heavens

In spite of the pain
In spite of the wounds
In spite of the disappointments
Or perhaps because of them
I have recognized that what I achingly need
Points me to the treasures that I am able to give

And because I love
And because I hold the pierced Hand
Of the One Who loves with an Infinite Heart
I can be more than
Any imposed box of condemnation
Which is really too small
And too disfigured
And far too less than
To even have a chance of containing
The woman I truly am

Honey from His Lips


“Do not weep for Me;
weep instead for yourselves and for your children”
In the midst of His anguish
honey poured from His lips

“Behold your Mother” and
“Father, forgive them,
they know not what they do”
While being ravaged by death
honey poured from His lips

We threw at Him
everything that we had
We tore His flesh
clawed at the blood
pinned Him down
and mocked His name

And honey
only honey
poured from His lips

“But Israel I would feed with finest wheat
and fill them with honey from the rock”
We deserved death
but were given Sustenance
Sustenance sweetened
with honey

* See Luke 23: 27 – 31 NAB
** See John 19:26 – 27 NAB
*** See Luke 23: 34 NAB
**** See Psalm 81:17 NAB

Between the Heartbeats


I want to comfort You on Your way to Calvary
I want to encircle You as You crash to the ground
I want to shelter You in Your wrenching vulnerability
I want to stroke Your hair while You wait for the strength to rise again
I want to rest with You in the space between the heartbeats
I want to rest with You in the space between the heartbeats

Imagining Mary’s Pentecost


Tending to these men
these priests
and women
all her children
so frightened
so easily startled
and maybe they should be
after all
look what happened
to her Son

The decimation
the rebuilding
and the leaving

All spiraling
down through that ache
through that perpetual tear
searing straight through
the center
of her heart

She looks over at John
of the Beloved
and feels herself
awash in tenderness
flooded in an ever-new pain
recalling how he held her
while their World
bled Himself out
upon them

she can sense the air
all around them
alive with diamonds
and vibrating
tracing tingles
through every cell
like the charge in the atmosphere
before lightning
crashes forth

A rush of wind
a gasp of breath
and even before the firestorm
can erupt overhead
she feels the flames
leap in her eyes

her Lover!!
she knows Who this is!!!
the One Who overshadowed her
the One Who poured Himself out
through every atom
of her being
the One Who caused her to swell
with His very life
the One Who gave her

And for a moment
for an isolated eternity
she is taken
outside of time

When the images
she finds herself surrounded by
living candles
people crowned
in pulsing reds, oranges, and golds
and watching blue
the most intense
expression of flame
cascading over her
as a luminous mantle
her singularity

The Potent Energy
that propelled the universe
into form
and motion
now nesting
in this simple room
this startling epicenter
igniting souls
disintegrating boundaries
and communicating
across each beam of light
messages of knowledge
and love
hyper-charging each person’s capacity
for vision
and responsiveness

In a shockwave of passion
everyone is thrust outward
into the streets
into the world
hearts flaming
swept up in the mission
to light every candle
to heal every paralysis
to draw every person
into a cosmic dance
of communion
and joy

And even as she proceeds
to mother a multitude of nations
she cradles Him in her heart
just as she cradled
and feels Him moving
through all her elation
through all of her wounds
not to cauterize
but to travel
deeper into her
and to bring her
deeper into Him
a fusion so profound
that she becomes like the moon
reflecting the glory
of her Son
so that people cannot look at her
without beholding

For the Bride of the Lover
is never

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