Wednesday, 25 June 2014
A Eucharistic Poem written on the occasion of the Feast of Corpus Christi
O Body of my Beloved,
Make my body one with Thine.
O Blood of my Beloved,
Make my blood one with Thine.
O fill me with Thy Body, with Thy Bread Divine.
O fill me with Thy Blood, with Thy Wine Sublime.
O how I hunger my Love; for no bread has ever filled.
O how I thirst my Love; for no wine has ever quenched.
But then there is Thy Body and Thy Blood,
Which whispers and calls out my name:
“Come and taste, come and see,
Come and drink, and delight freely.
For I dreamed of this day,
Before the first dawning sun,
I dreamed of thy kiss and of the touch of thy lips.
O ‘tis the destiny of thy soul,
‘Tis the reason for thy portal mouth:
To taste and consume my Eternal Coal,
My flaming, blazing Heart,
Which pants to melt the iron of thy soul.”
O hear I do through silences veil.
O run I do through winters hail.
O Bridegroom I come,
O Bridegroom I’m here!
My heart it pounds.
My heart it swoons.
Fainting fall- silence:
“O blessed destiny.”
22nd June, 2014
Sunday, 15 June 2014
A Spiritual Allegory
In the middle of a field that was checkered with poppies, stood two mulberry trees a fair distance from one another. One mulberry tree was planted where the soil was particularly fertile, located a stone’s throw distance from a small rocky creek. This mulberry tree rose high into the sky, its leaves full of moisture, puffing out to a remarkable width, so that much of the field fell under its shadow. The other mulberry tree was planted where the soil was sandy; located just in eye sight of the small rocky creek. This mulberry tree was smaller than the other one; some of its leaves were lacking moisture and the little shade it offered was tattered with spots where the sun shone through.
One day, when the sun was at its highest point; a herd of cows that could not bear the heat, begun moving towards the small rocky creek for a drink. After they had drunk from the creek, they sought to lie down in shade; in order to be shielded from the harsh heat. Most of the herd were able to fit under the larger mulberry tree that was near the creek and planted in fertile soil, since it provided much shade for the cows to rest. The smaller mulberry tree offered little shade and there were spots where the sun shone through; since unlike the other mulberry tree, it was far from the creek and was planted in sandy soil; thus only a small number of cows were able to take refuge under the shade it offered.
Three cows however could not fit under the shade, since there was no room left for them. Two of these managed to lay their heads under the shade whilst the rest of their body lay exposed to the sun. The other cow however was all alone, and could not fit at all under the shade offered by either of the two mulberry trees. The sad lonely cow wondered off and sat in the heat of the sun for the remainder of the day.
The farmer who owned the field was driving past when he saw the lonely cow that could not fit under the shade of the trees. He continued towards his home where at night he could not sleep, for he loved his animals and could not bear the thought of their suffering. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he went fast to sleep. Early in the morning he rose, and getting his children up out of bed drove to the small mulberry tree in order to uproot it. By the late afternoon the tree had come free; and after digging a hole where the soil was fertile, located even closer to the creek than that of the other tree; himself and his children re-planted the tree. “That ought to do it” said the farmer to his children, “for now we will have to provide a temporary means of shade, yet within a year this mulberry tree shall grow large and healthy, and there will be enough shade for all the cows to rest under”.
After a year had passed the farmer returned to the tree, yet he had found himself to be proven wrong. For there was not enough shade for all the cows to rest under; there was more than enough.
+Heel of Christ+
Friday, 13 June 2014
-The soul laments at the vanities that surround her here in this land of exile;
whilst interceding for her lost companions who roam and wander blind in the land of Egypt-
Behold these people, what is it that they do?
They fritter about like aimless ants;
They convince themselves that all is swell.
They delight in the shallow puddle of created comforts,
They drink in excess from the pond of experience.
They whistle and shout about, as if the world were their oyster.
O these blind people, bewitched by the folly of the world.
They sow not for eternal harvest,
They shall reap not from eternal harvest.
They labour to sow in this world;
Eager and lusty to reap as soon as they’ve sown.
They know not patience,
Yet they’re impatient for what?
To receive emptiness?
Ah but they think that which is worthless is priceless!
They see their gods, they taste their gods,
They touch, hear and smell their gods.
My God is beyond all that,
I cannot even comprehend Him;
But the little I do, I am overwhelmed and am left fainting.
For His Love is like a fire, a fire that burns within me,
That consumes me, delights me, pains me and gladdens me.
Yet “what need have we?” say they,
“Of a God beyond my senses?
I enjoy life today and enjoy the fruit of my toil.
I am a god with many gods,
I worship pleasures and they worship me.
Dainty and sweet is my existence,
Yet you, where is your God?
I see no proof of his ways, no sign of his existence.
A fairy tale you've constructed,
A fantasy to escape the dullness of being.
Where is your God?
I see not, I hear not; thus I believe not.
Even if he did exist, he is not so good is he?
This world is a whirling mess, this world is depressed.
Go ahead, I respect your commitment to delusion,
Just let me live my life like the flash it is.”
O God my God, such folly breaks my heart!
They waste their time on shadows, and adulterate with shadows.
They cannot see that they are loved; and their hearts are closed to your healing flame.
They do not believe in life eternal, and they think the darkness of the grave is life's goodbye;
Thus they frolic in the fields of earthly life, pretending they are not afraid.
They crave constant movement, they are greedy for distractions.
Anything that will numb the pain and hide the void of hollow soul.
They flee from silence, fearing to taste their bitter self;
If only they knew that they were fleeing from the threshold of hope.
And then there are those who enter the silence,
Who dwell still in the valley of self-company.
If only they would cry to you from the valley of their despair.
Yet intuiting your existence they keep silent;
Convinced you hate them, when you merely yearn to embrace them.
O God my God, I can no longer bear this absurdity!
My heart it aches, my bones they quake.
Can you not deliver these people from their ways?
Can you not tear the wool from their eyes?
O but they love their wool!
Soft and warm, comfortable and pleasurable;
Can you really blame them O my God?
What man has gone after them to teach them the ways of truth?
What man has gone before their assemblies to proclaim your Name and your love?
Ah too few my God, too few.
And the few that have gone?
Perhaps they've spoken truth, but certainly without its tenderness.
Have mercy on them I pray, set them free from worldly ways.
I cannot stand this any longer,
My brothers, my sisters,
They’re blind, deaf and dumb!
They have become like the idols they adore.
And yet was it not for them that your Son shed his blood?
Was it not for them that your Son came to save?
This world it sickens me,
The vanity of my brothers and sisters it wounds me.
To see them chip away each day, as if they had no soul, as if they had no God.
And yet who am I O God? Am I any better than they?
Ah I am even worse than they! And this grieves me most of all.
They are blind and yet I see;
Yet I use my eyes as if I could not see, for still I stumble, still I fall.
But I am not despairing O God; no not at all.
For I trust in Thee and still I yearn to see Thee face to Face;
When Thou hast delivered me with this my poor company,
From all and every vanity.