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

He Had Her Back

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When his eyes were opened to see her
he had her back

When people made snide comments just loud enough for her to hear
he had her back

When the elders threatened him with the loss of social status
because of his love for her
he had her back

When the community objected to their marriage
he had her back

When they were forced to travel and there was only one donkey
he had her back

When Death launched a pursuit against their Baby
he had her back

When the safest place to hide was where they were
targeted with discrimination
he had her back

When her arms were weary
he had her back

When she needed someone to teach their Child
what only a man could teach
he had her back

When their Son was missing and she was fighting panic
he had her back

When her heart was flooded with emotions
and her mind was overwhelmed
he had her back

When she needed a friend
he had her back

With all of his words
with all of his actions
with all of his strength
with all of his heart
through everything, everything
he had her back

Wild Feminine Connectivity

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virgin and mother
wife and widow
shunned and venerated
human and immaculate

she is far too expansive
to remain encased on a shelf
to be gazed upon at arm’s length
by a select few

she is warm as the sun
intriguing as the moon
a pulsing, complex, colour-saturated network
of connections

she draws us to herself
through her myriad of experiences
she draws us to each other
no group can claim exclusivity
she draws us to God
in veins of graces flowing to Him
and she brings God to us
in an intimate fusing of lifeblood and spirit

she is a full and free woman
dancing through realms of possibilities
unafraid to step into our pain, rawness, or chaos
unrestrained by the limits of our imaginations

and in the artistry of her connectivity
she is linking us with the nourishment we need
to shine as our true selves
and intuitively weaving us all together
to coax forth a dynamic
interactive
masterpiece of love

Appearances of Eden

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Eden
long banished to the realm of myth
momentarily breaks forth
amidst chaos, distraction, and rejection
an intimate blending of Heaven and Earth
stars and angels
hay and animals
with the focal point being
a man and a woman
cradling a Child
LOVE
breathing and aching
God and Human
with the sparkling in His eyes
holding the seeds of a future
where a new Eden
harmony between God and creation
angels, animals, plants and people
will powerfully take hold
and expand
exponentially

First to the Priests

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Fully alert
in the darkness of night
the Burning Bush alive in His Heart
relentless
added to this
the propulsion of youth
He cannot wait for His Body to catch up
He cannot wait for the ripening of time
the knights must be awakened

She finds Him there
casting Light among the shadows
illuminating the paths of His dreams
but they are drowsy
and succumb to sleep
complacency squelching the urgency
to ride forth

Time erodes
and darkness drugs the Earth

She sees His Light
bursting from every tabernacle
begging to be recognized
longing to be embraced
straining to be unleashed
the trickled response
is enough to make Her weep

Wake up! Wake up!
She calls to the knights
those guardians of the Flame
The Dream is alive!
The broken Body is enough for all
Just open your eyes
and breathe

Now She waits
and the world waits
to see if the knights will catch fire
to see if they will propel
a global Revolution of Love
where the brilliant vibrancy
of a colossal blaze of souls
will reflexively initiate
an imminent and glorious rising
of the Son

In the Time of the Morning Star

“Moreover, we possess the prophetic message that is altogether reliable.  You will do well to be attentive to it, as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.”  2 Peter 1:19 NAB

 

 

IN THE TIME OF THE MORNING STAR

 
In the cosmos of the heart
the love of many
has grown cold
battered by
the dislodging
of those fixed
points of reference
the stars
free-falling
from their pedestals
sowing
seeds of distrust
giving rise to
weeds
of choking chaos
obscuring the mystery
and fragility
of orbiting souls
close enough
to touch
close enough
to wound

Responding
the Heavens send forth
into the vast emptiness
of pain and
disillusionment
an incorruptible beacon
the Morning Star
veiled
in the body of a Woman
speaking warming words
of tenderness
and solace
offering
roses
to nullify the weeds
and imparting a blueprint
for the forging
of links of chain
to be presented
to the Angel
for the binding
and neutralizing
of infecting darkness.

And all the while
the Morning Star
beckons each gaze
towards the Sun
dawning
glorious enough
to initiate
a new creation
a Jeweled City
dazzling in facets
of shimmering colours
aching
in anticipation
of being implanted
in hearts open
to the possibility
of leaving behind
the crushing
dizzying vortex
and living
united
in an expanding universe
infinitely redeemed
by Light

John of the Beloved

St. John the Apostle has always been my favourite of the Twelve.  He had enough cockiness for Jesus to playfully nickname him ‘Son of Thunder’;  he was the only one of the disciples who had the sensitivity, tenderness, and courage to lay his head on Jesus’ Heart;  and, even though he wrote in prose, his writings have the feel of poetry.  Also, his main focus has been on love, and on how we are all the beloved of God.

JOHN OF THE BELOVED

Mending nets
with his father and his brother
the sea in his blood
and a sparkle in his eyes
transfixed by
light
dancing on the water
until a new Light
fills his vision
dimming the background
and what can he do
but follow

His nature
playful as waves
tender as a moonbeam
surges
in the gravitational pull
of the Sun
revealing a rainstorm
of flashes and fury
earning him the title
Son of Thunder
and he could be that
could maintain the uproar
but the Master prefers
the deep ocean
of his soul

Scaling
to the highest crest
he can almost
touch the sky
then
to his surprise
stark radiance
eclipsing the blue
with the Law
and the Prophets
flowing
into a single Person
the Source
and Summit
of all the questions
in the riptide
of his mind

Dinner
but something is wrong
the air is stinging
with the salt of pain
the universe
has shifted
on its axis
to find his bearings
he rests his head
on the Heart of his Friend
fully knowing himself to be
the beloved of
the Beloved
floating on the currents
of His radiating affection

And darkness descended

One hour
such a finite
encapsulation
of time
if he could only remember
what he should be
pouring into it
lulled into amnesia
in the boat of sleep
and not even
the glow of the angel
can dissipate
the fog of confusion

Fleeing
spilling himself
in the sloshing turmoil
when a latent pulse
from the Heart-glow
ripples
across his soul
igniting
a single burst
of recollection
oh God
the Mother
the Mother should know
he must find her

Clasping her
in the circumference
of his arms
his strength
evaporating
into the grey mist
of utter incomprehension
as his whole World
hangs
torn apart
and bleeding out
leaving him
drenched
in the outpouring
of the now silent Heart
and not even the Earth
can keep
from trembling

Racing
lungs burning
for he must see
yet courage falters
when facing the tomb
he dares not
intentionally
descend into darkness
fearing it may assert
the final word
but all is safe
conquered
and transformed
though clouds remain

Sheltered
with his brothers
in the presence
of the Mother
refreshment
for parched souls
when suddenly
a rush of sound
an explosion
of flame
and
understanding
blazes over them
courses through them
illuminating
every teaching
streaking
in revelations
across the future

Writing
words streaming
as fluidic poetry
fashioning
nets of allurement
crafting conduits
for rivers of Light
to flow into hearts
mending
and
catching upwards
into the vision
that each one is
beloved
and invited to rest
in perfect
tender intimacy
on the Heart of the Beloved
eternally awash
in undying Love

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