With His Incarnation

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In that place
outside the bounds of Time
where the expanse of God rests
and
imagines
will we meet with Jesus
and will He extend an invitation
to know Him better
by entering a Portal to the Past
and journeying with Him
throughout His earthly life?

Will we be with Him
right after the Holy Spirit has made Love
to the singular Virgin
floating with Him
in that sacred tabernacle of flesh?

Will we witness His birth
among a weary teenage couple
so far from everything they knew
and with animals and
angels
singing a song that reverberates
throughout all of history?

His first breath
His first step
A raindrop on His skin
Healing the wings of an injured bird
hidden from the eyes of His friends
His laughter
His tears
Words flowing in poetry
With the physical touch of One who has lived
fully

And when He pours out His Blood
will He allow us to comfort Him
like He does with Veronica
as she removes her veil
and steps right into His pain
unguarded?

Do you think that our hearts will be motivated
to kiss His cheek
in that moment when a terrible searing
sinks Him outside of Time
and then when He leaps back in
bathed in the power of Light?

To see what He sees
To feel what He feels
How He experiences
the taste of honey on His tongue
To be in union with our Beloved’s natural life
so that we can more intimately join with Him
in the realms of His supernatural existence

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Unexpected Winter Longings

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I cannot believe that I am admitting this to you
me who saturates herself in colours like I would wither without them
me who weeps when the birds flee to more hospitable climates
my heart breaking for the loss of their songs
but I long for winter
I long for winter like one who is pressed and overstimulated and weary longs
to indulge in rest without obligations or guilt
I long for it like sunburned skin longs for a fan blowing
across a bowl of frozen water

oh to open a frosted window
and draw frigid air deep into my lungs
to calm the hot flashes from within

to nestle underneath the worn comforter that I have made
rows upon rows of single crochet
like layers upon layers of blanketed snow
sleepy
while I sink into literary fiction

to sit at the table with my husband
right against the patio doors
immersed in the adventures of mythical board games
protected and cozy
while a storm rages on the other side of the glass
the sharp tinkling sound
of ice pellets hurtling against windows

and to wander through our home during the night
our rooms lit almost like daytime
moonlight and streetlights reflected on snow reflected on clouds
peering outside to watch bunnies
taking refuge in our skeletal raspberry canes
a landscape of winter magic made visible

this is what I long for
to be cooled
to slow things down
to dream alongside my husband and nature
and to admire the designs
of a stark and silvery wonderland

Balm from Heaven: A Restoration of Our Personhood

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amidst the dismantling of the human form
the feminine emerges from Heaven
emanating God’s beauty and light
bringing healing and restoration
to those tattered in the war upon persons
calling forth authentic masculinity and femininity
to unite in a prolific celebration
for the completion our purpose

The Rose Petals of Menopause

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soft pink rose petals
strength, already proven, gives way to curves
stepping into a new landscape of femininity
similar to the intuitive fancies of girlhood
perceiving romance to be woven into every detail
in harmony with the tenderness of the heart

Untamed Invitation

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He calls to you
outside of the rusty gates of your preconceptions
beyond brittle boundaries lodged for generations

He asks you
to meet Him in the vast expanse of your heart
in dreamy star fields of possibilities

He invites you
to come forth into uncharted adventures
laced with dragons and rescuing and unimaginable wonders
speckled with the mundane and the cloaked
but always
ultimately
advancing into the wild
where you can both
breathe freely

Move Like You Love Your Body

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Move like you love your body
Like it is one of the greatest gifts that you have received
Move like you delight in every inch of your corporeal self
And like you cannot wait to share this exquisite treasure

Move like you love your body
Nurture it with gratitude for its ability to tell the truth
About everything it has ever experienced
And about its insights regarding current situations
Move in a way that bestows honour upon your body
For highlighting your path to authenticity

Move like you love your body
This physical form that connects you with the diversity of creation
Step into wonder and touch
Be surprised by textures and intuitions
As your interactions with the reality pulsating all around you
Heighten the intensity of the landscapes patterning your soul

Move like you love your body
Feel your sensuality swelling effortlessly from within
Adorning and caressing the entire covering of your skin
Flowing naturally and unrestrained
Receptive to the pleasure you crave

Move like you love your body
Such a life-affirming counter-cultural expression
Move like you love your body
This conduit for bestowing and accepting affection
Move like you love your body
Be an advocate for the jaw-dropping miracle that it is

Move like you love your body
Move like you love yourself

“Who Do You Say That I Am?”

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Who do you say that I am:
someone who holds you back,
or the encouragement that calls you forth?

Who do you say that I am:
the condemnation in the eyes of some who claim to know me,
or a lover who is dazzled by your entire being?

Who do you say that I am:
a set of formulas that can be confined to rigid boxes,
or a person who breathes freely in areas you are only beginning to imagine?

Do not sidestep the question
because who you say that I am
has a direct correlation
with who you say that you are
and with the options that you are able to perceive
for what you might become.

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