By Your Hand of Love

And can I possibly know which way to go along this path of life?
Ah, my Beloved, it is only by your guiding hand and band of love
That I find my way from day to day without going astray,
And so I say, ‘Speak to me so I can see and be so content,’
For I am not bent on doing what I want to do, going on my own,
And drowning in my desires; no! I want the higher path in you,
For you are ever so true and your compassion is new every day,
And you stay with me and keep me from moment to moment . . .
So, can I possibly know which way to go along this path of life?
Ah, my Beloved, it is only by your guiding hand and band of love!

Christ at the Crossroad

I have stood at many crossroads in my life,
But never one so rife with pain and agony,
O my Beloved, which you faced that night
In the lonely Garden, so iconic of fair Eden
Now fallen, in which you had the choice
To make between life and horrible death,
And with every breath you did wage war,
Sweating blood for humanity you adored;
In the end you said, ‘Send me to the cross;
Not my will but yours be done, my Father!’
How can I begin to comprehend that night?
All sensibility takes flight as the light fades
Into shades of darkness at the sight of you,
My Beloved, kneeling and reeling in blood
Seeping from the very pores of your skin
Knowing that you would begin the journey
To the very Pit, to Sheol, to the belly of hell
To overcome death by your death and life
In resurrection . . .
No, never will I fully know how much love
You did show that night filled with blight,
And never will I or anyone stand at this
Crossroad
. . .
But I do know you could have said ‘No!’

Safe Within Your Love

So close, your whisper-soft of mystic sweet communion;
Your breath-hold, and I am love, secure in your womb,
Feeling your heartbeat rhythm, safe in your cocoon,
Inside from the world where we abide till eve’n tide.

Not restless from restlessness of the unsealed tombs
Of evil rising, riding, haunting to seal our doom.
Near in fear, upon the horizon does your light loom,
Piercing the burden-night, the plight, every ill-sight.

So at last when clouds so dark roll away,
Smoke clears in the break of your day;
When finally is gone the smog of despair,
Vapors of confusion dissolved in your air;
Then will I see with the eyes of my heart
That my pain and tears were but one part ~
Part of one battle, one skirmish fought
In an already won war, victory love bought.

Now, then, I breathe in life, breathe out all dying,
Inhale beautiful wisdom, and exhale all of the lying.
So, too, in-breathe your day, out-breathe his night,
Wrap myself in your arms, and dance in your light!


Note: First published on noblethemes in June 2015, now republished for the reading pleasure of new followers. Blessings to one and all!

Walking in an Icon of Eden

The birds happily sing their morning song as glistening dew gilds the fresh green of spring. There is an early hush in the fresh air that fills my lungs as I quietly meander down the trail of nature with my own song in my heart. This is part of simply being — that is, simply to be without thinking of becoming — and this inspires a lilt in my steps.

I am part of something much larger, much grander than I could ever be in and of myself. And my soul is filled with the sensation of my Creator, in whom I live and move and have my being. We are brought close as heaven descends to touch the earth once again, and the two worlds are for a brief moment merged into one.

My thoughts flow as freely as the mountain brook, and they are good, lovely and noble. There is no room here for despondency as numinous joy fills the very atmosphere. And I would like to stay here forever, enjoying this divinely human experience, but there is the ordinary world to which I must return, yet I will return again with this memory sealed upon my heart.

These snapshot moments in life are freely given as gifts simply to be enjoyed and appreciated, and so I smile . . . I smile, for surely there will be another such morning adorning my life, and I am grateful. And it is this gratitude that will carry me along the way throughout the day. For now, I allow myself to simply be . . . to be with my Beloved in this one icon of Eden. And this is more than enough to satiate the hunger of my soul.

As My Soul Cries

Starved for affection, but afraid of rejection,
I am pushing aside all of the terrible lies
And listening intently as my soul cries:
Everyone needs someone, don’t you know?
And someone even needs me . . . yeah, me!
Help me out of the desolation of isolation,
Lord, and take me and wholly remake me
Into the one I know you want me to be . . .
You didn’t create us to be alone and lonely;
Grandest transformation in sanctification!

Pilgrimage Through Life

The mountains are high and the valleys low
And this road stretches long over and below
And the travel can be weary and days dreary
But the pilgrimage goes on with persistence
In an insistence to reach the end destination
Which will be the manifestation of beauty
After duty is performed and one is reformed
And conformed to bright light and new life
In the One who is Light and Life for all to see
And to be one within a union of communion
And so the song is sung along the long way
Throughout the days and nights of travelling
Thru mountains so high and the valleys low