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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Implications

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Society is attempting to create
a world without God

Such a place already exists
It is called Hell

And I shudder to think
of what is being released
to fill the void

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

Seeking My Father

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If the man who raised me
the man who starved me
who was ashamed to acknowledge me as his daughter
and failed me in his brokenness
is not my real father
and God is
then I need to discover the identity of God the Father
and what that means
in terms of who I am

He is the Father of Lights
the Generator of Poetry
He is strong and protective
perceptive of my feminine heart
He has no wish to harm me
He feeds me with the best of all Food
His voice resonates through the quantum fields of my being
He is good
He is the Author of Life
He loves me with a fierce tenderness

And I am His daughter
I come from Him
which means that my worth
and my identity
flow from my true Father

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

“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.

Litany of St. Veronica, Woman of Courage and Love

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St. Veronica, you moved forward while others held back,
help me to take risks even if it means standing alone.

St. Veronica, you used what you had,
help me to be aware that I do not need to wait to creatively make a difference.

St. Veronica, you risked being shamed when you removed your veil,
help me to know when to discard traditions that no longer uphold human dignity.

St. Veronica, you saw with your heart and followed it even though this was in contradiction with the views of the public,
help me to look beneath the surface and to trust my instincts.

St. Veronica, you dropped your defences and stepped into someone else’s pain,
help me to leave my comfort zones and to be truly present to others.

St. Veronica, you touched Jesus in an intimate manner,
help me to use my body as a conduit for expressing tenderness and love.

St. Veronica, you carried an icon of Jesus with you after your encounter,
help me to recognize when I have been imprinted with the echo of a sacred moment.

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