January 22, 2015 Thank You for Them Bless Them, Please Protect Them One Word: One Deed: One Gift: Gaze into the fathomless depths of your beloveds eyes. Embrace for a moment the warmth of the One you confess as your Love. Hear the quiet sigh of their breath in the darkness of night, or at the height of the day. Accept that like the sweet narcotic of the lilac the comforting intoxication that is your loved ones being will invariably slide away in the trajectory of all creatures... Their eyes, their touch, their scent, their voice, given to us are these to return again and again to the meaning of the Deep calling to the Deep. You are their; standing trembling naked in the Garden before them for they too heard the sound of the Approach offered as you. And remember from whence the Gift of their life appeared. Be Still and know that I am God. And behold. The warm summer sun; the silvery moon offering us guidance in the night. The wicked winter wind compelling us to remain in our house, close to them. Spring promises eternity in the same language of did the soul understanding...appreciating childhood. Autumn, ah Autumn, whispers to us in assurances dark. And we stop for a moment at the rest station of that which we embrace as poetry. Why should I fear in times of paradise, When the iniquity of my persecutors surround me, Men who trust in their wealth And boast of the abundance of their riches? Truly no man can ransom himself, Or give to God the price of his life, For the ransom of his life is costly, And can never suffice.(PS 49:5-8) One Word: One Deed: One Gift: We may stop here to begin the bovine bellowing against those souls yearning desperately for gold. We listen to the slithering promises of snakes professing to be our shepherds as they speak to us of the dark grey nightmare of equality. Nightmare? Indeed, for they slither about our ankles relieving us of the freedom to achieve and to love and hope. They wrap about our hearts knowing that equality exists only for the slave...Only for the Eloi who knows not fear..Or love. But, we awaken to the radiant light that dances and flows between her heart and my soul. From the mother who nurtured me despite my horrific disrespect to the father stoically immersed for decades in the murk of the marketplace...There stood the brother who befriended me and the teachers whose patience was tested by my hubris...To wardens offering my currency...To those sweet, sweet reflecting pools that are the eyes of children innocent...To the wondrous mirrors through which shine the symbiotic survival technique some call Love in the incarnation of woman. One Word: One Deed: One Gift: Each heart gazes into the Garden of their own soul. Some can hear the desperate bellow of the child having long given up the terrible freedom for the coma that is the Promise of painless being. Each mind looks into the horizons there to see an entire species slowly becoming as lemming for we have been deceived to return to the safety of the beast free of conscience. And, the heart prays for the strength to allow them their lives and their fears and their crimes without judgment, for My beloved stands in intimate longing matching my own. Through love the creature discovers the Cross like weight of The Meaning of Life. Why should I fear in times of paradise, When the iniquity of my persecutors surround me, Men who trust in their wealth And boast of the abundance of their riches? Truly no man can ransom himself, Or give to God the price of his life, For the ransom of his life is costly, And can never suffice. That he should continue to live on forever, And never see the Pit.(Ps 5-9) Be Still and know that I am God. One Word: One Deed: One Gift: The child awakens one morning to the dawn of that desire burning through the streams of his arteries. The labors of this garden; the darkness through which the watcher of the walls mock us; the miracle of the next breath; speak to the child of mysteries understood and puzzles completed. If I could compose but one word echoing to me the miracle of Womans womb opening in the Resurrection of my birth. If one task could I finish shining upon my heart in the same manner that my fathers labors gave me wisdom. Were I able to wrap one offering so sublime and gracious and insightful to match the eternity of my concern that the Beloved can embrace. The sky looking at me from beneath the golden diadem of my beloved...The song that is the endless laughter of our son...The prison that is my conscience remembering the endless paths upon which I allowed angels to become lost... All of these are revealed in the wonderment of Life... One Word: One Deed: One Gift before: Yea, he shall see that even the wise die, The fool and the stupid alike must perish And leave their wealth to others. Their graves are their homes forever, Their dwelling places to all generations, Though they named lands their own. Man cannot abide in his pomp, He is like the beasts that perish.(PS 49:10-12) One Word: One Deed: One Gift before: And, here is the wisdom awakening from the silence of the Deep calling to the Deep. If one word could match the fiery yearning within my heart in assurance that she feels indeed The Love. If one act could assure the children grown and still young that Life is indeed sweet and arduous and blessed. If one act could support them on the journey rather than to lock them in the gaol of things before which humans bow. If one gift...Whether be an embrace immersing my beloved in the wine of fleshly love: Whether it be a word or an act implanting itself in the heart of the children surrounding me that they may awaken one morning the glory that all too often eluded me...One tiny gift; one bauble; one kiss; one offering that could soothe my soul amongst the lunacy of the human hubris. Just a touch of cooling water upon my brow giving me strength to witness the dawn so that I may forget the beings out there and to embrace my beloved...And to lead my child...And to stand in the Light of Gods Love through the Living Body of Christ that is the Garden Creation...
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