Inner Earth

The soul reminisces with creation, through which she ponders the spiritual realities that each created thing signifies within her very own soul –her inner Earth.

Through celestial thickets above,

Warm light doth smoothly seep.

A myriad fingers of lofty hands do flitter;

Sifting that light, dispensing, caressing.

Pleasant breeze of Creator’s breath,

Gently glides, strolls, whispers.

Locks of upper crop enticed, invited;

Yet unmoved do gladly rest.

Still waters do murmur, do breathe;

Eternal sigh of deep desire.

“Thirsty” they tell me; “for what?” I say:

With reliving sigh, panting breath: “waters high.”

Hundreds of mini critters do creep.

Thousands do flight and flick about.

O ye ambassadors of the Little Way,

Thy movements within remind, gesture, inspire.

Unreachable bowels that float on high,

Drift with swift contortions. Enveloping,

Hiding, masking; firmament’s blazing torch.

These veils of darkness bursting to birth forth.

Humming calm of natural silence;

Chanting, breathing, ever slight palpitation;

There to rest weary head on breast maternal;

As child, as bride, with gentle smile.

Shadows grow and light descends past mortal view.

Inner sphere illumined still, yet tis’ not seen.

Pale face-mirror doth comfort, sooth, assure;

As shade wades down: “my welcome guest” say I.

4-6^th October, 2014

Watchman of the Night

St. Joseph is the Watchman of the night; He who patrols the walls of Jerusalem –our Lady, the Church, and all Her members- in order to safeguard and protect the Christ Child within who is the apple of His eye. Here speaks the soul who having sought to meet and know the Watchman, and after failing after many varied attempts, speaks of how she has come to meet Him through obscurity and in hiddenness, and how through coming to meet Him, she has come to a mystical knowledge of the Father.

 O Watchman of the night,

Ever since I was told of Thee

I have gone forth to seek and find;

Yet always hast Thou eluded my grasp.

 O Watchman of the night,

Ever since I heard of Thy name

I have called out in the dark that word;

Yet always hast Thou replied with silence.

 O Watchman of the night,

Ever since I felt Thy presence

I have asked Thee to reveal Thyself;

Yet always has Thou remained hidden-still.

 O Watchman of the night,

Cloaked in the cloud of mystery divine.

  

‘Tis only in dreaming that I grasp Thee;

‘Tis only in silence that I hear Thee;

‘Tis only in hiding that I see Thee;

  

For Thou art o Watchman of the night,

Shade and shadow of mystic moon light.

21^st August, 2014, at Joseph’s Place.

Celestial Hierarchy

A poem addressing the Nine Choirs of Angels in each of the Three Celestial Hierarchies,

based on Traditional Catholic Angelology

Praise Him celestial flock of hierarchy all!

For ye art the lofty delight of our Triune God.

Whirling and swirling with constant ascent-flight-descent,

Ye immortal birds do surround the Holy Enthroned.

Cosmic spheres above do turn and turn with praises

Of them who sing with dialect divine, each in choir;

Conducted by those Arch-Spirits who art just seven,

Them, those seven horns and eyes of Lamb we call Christ.

Behold the spirit’s belonging to innermost sphere;

Those creatures who art nearest to God’s holy face.

First the Seraphs; those blazing embers of love divine.

Then the Cherubs; those golden winged mirrors of knowing.

And then the Thrones, whose rolling gaze of praise enthrones.

Praise Him celestial birds of hierarchy first!

For here Wisdom, Understanding and Knowledge doth dwell!

Seraphim

Behold the spirit’s belonging to the central sphere;

Those angelic beings that harvest the glories of God.

First the Dominions; those generals of the Just Sword.

Then the Virtues, those keepers of harmonious flow.

And then the Powers; those lightning bolts of grace sublime.

Praise Him celestial birds of hierarchy two!

For here Counsel, Piety and Fortitude doth dwell!

Behold the spirit’s belonging to outermost sphere;

Those lower choirs who art nearest to we bellow.

First the Principalities; those royal sceptre stars.

Then the Archangels; those watchmen of firmament high.

And then the Angels, whose role is to guide and give light.

Guardian Angel

Praise Him celestial birds of hierarchy third!

For here Holy Fear, God’s Peace and Truth doth dwell!

O teach us to adore Him; illumine us within.

Carry us from choir to choir; and from sphere

To sphere do draw us nearer to He our sweet love:

As lending thy wings we fly from height to height and depth;

Thus drawing even nearer to that Face than ye;

Ye that holy flock sublime by whose help we do climb.

Praise Him celestial flock of hierarchy all!

For ye art the lofty delight of our Triune God.

 29^th September to 1^st October, 2014. Heel of Christ.