Mysterium Tremendum

Something in the void, in the unknown, before time, before space

Something living before life, breathing in the nothingness . . . life

Something radiant before light and dark, radiating in the emptiness

Some One before anyone, heart before hearts, soul before soul

Some One speaking in the silence before speech, Word before words

Some One loving Another, the same One, and Another One

By what Name? Tao . . . Brahman . . . Demiurge . . . Welt Geist . . . God

Unbirthed birth-giver, uncreated creator, unseen all-seeing, all and nothing

Something, Some One unapproachable approaching . . . reaching, touching

Approach the Everlasting

To speak of the One who brings to an end the stammering tongue

To ascend the holy Mount never moving further than when begun

To gaze upon Beauty through blinded eyes and to sing the Song unsung

To taste the Bread that satiates hunger yet leaves me starving for more

To dive into the River of Life to drown in order to live forevermore

To grasp that which cannot be grasped and swim in burning fire

And to wholly burn in that sacred Fire never being consumed

Life by and through and within . . . the Everlasting One

From Where Does Evil Come?

From where does evil come, to lurk so deep in the human heart?

From where or whom was born the dark art, this diabolic part?

Why does humanity so suffer, and where is the heavenly buffer?

Why so much sin that begins again and again with no end in sight?

And how do we fight our depraved nature, light our own dark path?

Why so many white-washed sepulchers in endless rows in sight?

And who hears the newborn cries of life as another aged dies alone?

Mark an appeal to the God of mercy amid the controversy of existence

In persistent chase after an answer without resistance, but assistance,

But how shall we know that holy quiesce never having tasted peace?

So comes the Prince of Peace to grant us lease on an eternity of serenity,

And joy without tears, fear, spears of war and battle gear for earthen drear

Lamentation of Eve

Questions endlessly come on endless days filled with endless toil in tilling hard earth,

My wandering mind wondering what it is we wanted so very much for such waste,

But, then, did we know better before embarking on the voyage of greater knowledge?

Could we have discerned the difference twixt good and evil with lack of discernment?

And yet you blamed us … you blamed me for destruction, death and damnation of all!

And do you expect me to forgive, when God is incapable of passing by one infraction?

Ah, but this is the consequence, that we should be ever cut off from your communion.

And this because I was fooled into folly, and my foolish husbandman, lighting the fire

That can never be quenched, with screams of humanity that can never be silenced!

And this because I plucked a pear and took a bite? Why not simply strike me down?

Why an ongoing, tedious torture of humanity in this life and damnation in the next?

Ah, but you no longer speak with me, answer, and no longer address me as daughter;

Though I cry to you as the only Father I’ve every known, but you’ve turned your back,

For lack of love, haven’t you? Now there’s only blood, sweat and tears in tilling earth…

And my endless questions…

Shelter

O shelter from the stormy blast, hold me fast;
Quick! Speedily take me neath your covering,
Hovering over me against the tempest raging
And engaging all humanity in utter calamity
With no break for mercy’s sake – we quake –
O hide me and abide with me, (do not chide)
And save me from the rage all around about
That writes itself on each page of our history;
O shelter from the stormy blast, hold me fast!

Shield on the Battlefield

Raise up the blood-soaked shield of faith on the battlefield,
And do not yield to the enemy, for your destiny is sealed
By the God of heaven and earth, in whom you have trusted,
To whom the surety of victory belongs for which you long,
And this has become your battle song sung long and strong;
He is your Beloved, in whom you live and have your being,
Seeing all from small to grand and tall, every inch of ground,
Hearing every sound, even the pounding of your very heart;
And your Beloved has given you the better part of his own,
Even as he has sown seeds of love, joy, and peace . . .
Look to his banner and fight on in the light of his bright face!

Grace

Grace . . . she wears rags but clothes you in silk and gold;
She is the milk of heaven but earthbound and quite bold;
Grace . . . she has no discretion and is never in recession;
She makes the wild one mild but strong; meek, not weak;
Grace . . . she’s not cheap but is free to befriend everyone;
She takes the laughter and scorn but is never torn apart;
Grace . . . she came with blood for every vein, not in vain;
She acts like a mere child but her prize is becoming wise;
Grace . . . she is bound by divine duty to restoring beauty;
She wears no masks but basks in bright sunlight of glory,
And this is her story . . .
Grace


Note: First published in February of this year, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

Mounting On My Knees

All consumed by you, the tomb of my soul gives birth to its worth;
Where once there was gloom and darkness, there now blooms life,
And I am being groomed for something more in the Womb of Love.
On my knees, my knees, I see the flowered trees of heaven dance
And the hinds prance from one mount to mount ~ who can count?
Bleeding tears from my eyes the size of tidal waves, what saves;
I’d forgotten I’m stronger when bowed low than standing for show;
Ah! Spirit of the Living Life and Light and Love from high above,
Show me now in which way to go, not with haste, but wisely slow;
Now I know, I know, I know . . . I am bended low higher than ever!
I shiver at the flow of Life surging thru my soul, my ethereal veins
Running with Blood not my own, veritable flood of heavenly Light
So bright, who can look upon the sight? And no longer dark blight,
My inner-man shines thru the night, and is there any more fright?
No! Consumed by you, the tomb of my soul gives birth to its worth!


Note: First published in February 2016, now being republished for the reading pleasure of new blog followers. Blessings to one and all!

Sonnet of Trepidation

Whence cometh this fear that grips my heart in despair?
And why, with such a boon, should my soul need repair?
Ah! But this dæmon stalks at night and during the day,
And who will rescue me now and his malevolence repay?
Oh, that I might laugh once again in free joy and in peace!
God, givest thou thy servant bravery and in life new lease
That he might better serve thee in this time untarnished,
And walk with head held high in your truth unvarnished!
Lo, does this deadly pestilence stalk me ever so crudely,
And doth heavily weigh down mine heart quite so rudely
That these feet of mine hath most assuredly become lead,
And the cowardly trepidation of soul is mightily well fed;
But shall I await the doom that largely seemeth to loom?
Nay! Not while there is aplenty of room in empty tomb!