God's child, shaken awake in
the deep grave-like night, stumbles blearily, at first, into the starlit dark,
imbibes the bracing air, and throws body and soul into the long, hard march,
steered by the Light of the World
---
Conversion
'Twixt Then and Then
In the fusion of Will and will
A Kingdom comes
Creating Now.
And
Past and Future
Are born
Of Love's immediate
Sway and instant
Soul's attendance,
In conquering sacrament
Of holy presence.
---
Death knocks, demands entry,
the house is roused, the child quakes, playthings and whims are forgotten, the
Master rises, opens the door, and Death, prostrate before the living Presence,
begs to serve
---
In the Son of Glory God the
Sum of Glory unfolds, unveils, life's 'primal Sun' and Morning Star, the soul's
native shore and everlasting patria
---
Though it jar the soul and
prod our deepest fortress fears, the knocking at the door is the sound of
Pity's hand, Compassion's urge, of holy, reclaiming Cure
---
Love surges from the
expansive center to encompass horizons all around and from that infinite aspect
embrace life's boundless reaches within
---
From the withering,
world-cobbled dominion of things into the life-stirring ebullience of Kingdom
brotherhood
"He who has seen
Me..."
---
Intense
discernment--essential to maintain
For distance from the
darkened perception
That itself is distance
From the All-Occupying Life
The essence of Man supremely
aspires
(If truth be told)
To the place of certain
contemplation
And unbarred adoration
Of the Risen Reigning
Presence
Weary storm-blown
spirit-craft
Unfurl your sails
Till now too weakly
presented
To the Master's deathless
fervent sway
And begin to share the deep
power
---
Our being begets our seeing,
which sparks our striving, which ordains the destination
---
It is not inevitable that we
should populate and demarcate life's inevitably vague horizons with fearsome
phantoms and hopeless verdicts
---
As He in thought, perception,
word and deed,
So we, with heart, eye,
mouth and hand
Answer true, by Love and His
agony freed
To run sure, grow deep, and
alive to the Uttermost—stand
"I will run the way of
Thy commandments, when Thou shalt enlarge my heart."
---
Through desert wastes and
thorns, on sorrow's fiery sands, under the strident sun of Law, from driven
self to Promised Self--a hopeful trek if, only, life's
thirst is slaked by the living Source beneath
---
There is a Strength, an
undiminishable locus of Life, a holy Power that illumines endurance, a radiant
Region of Imagination's birth, truth and materialization in Love; there is and
because there is we say, 'I must....'
---
In a world where the
firmament declares His glory and the hills skip for joy, grace beyond feeling
guides our faith to a home past imagining
---
The royal highway from
Sinai to Zion, from Alpha to Omega, from Epiphaneia to Parousia, runs
its course and measures its meaning through the valley of drudgery and
humiliation, Christ-illuminated with faith-charged, radiant might.
---
The will to wake,
The will to take
The broken steps
On,
No matter the dream or
draw
Of backward glance
Or sideways glimmer.
Be it the dark you see
Clearly ahead,
Keep on, keep straight,
In faith and hope,
And love the Light
In which, in Whom
You clearly see.
It is not the dark
Sees the dark,
But Light infused—
Sees, steps, pierces,
Masters in simplicity,
And knows itself there.
---
Blessed are they who
ascend through crisis to poverty in spirit, where nothing's left to own or
treasure than Majesty's Ingress and Audience at their humble, transfigured
table
---
Praise God--He gave the
Church, His Bride, a sure and gushing spring of life, the living gauge of truth
and Eternity's 'oil of gladness': The Paraclete, Who curbs
pernicious pride, Who chides the stale distracted heart, Who tugs the drooping
spirit up again to go and grow and flame with primal joy.
---
Venturing home, shod with
hope, girded with Promise, mustering heart's will against faithless comforts,
pressing nearer the unseen all-penetrating Source
---
Infant expression of
unseen root: the nascent scion's fire-born drive to inhabit the Heavenly Sire's
fearless perfection
---
Memories and mourning,
enfenced and tilled by Grace, marvelously become the rich medium and fertile
earth of holy Kingdom joy, but the fence must encircle and lock fast, and the
tilling go deep
---
God's child comes rushing
back to Love's primordial axis: the sublime Mother-glow of the mighty
Father-glory blazing from the Spirit's hearth in Son-concentric beams--to melt
away the clinging flakes of Self-ish snow and thaw the child's pride-chilled
limbs within
---
At life's core, a Power
and a purpose, a crucible of mystery and light, and a primal drive to utter
Manhood in the Love at life's core
---
The familiar, comforting
and commonsense
Raise a tumult to drown
out His call
To the unknown and awful,
primordial and holy
The glory of His face
pierces the tumult
All is silent
---
Christ, the heart and Way
to the heart of things.
---
Arise and go to Him, Cry
out to Him, and do; He will make sense, light, a kingdom... and you.
---
To chafe and brood
Over wounded rights
And tout my self-charged
view
Is to smother His
Creating breath
And drown,
In proud confusion,
The living hue
Of Grace.
---
The contrite spirit--a
sacrifice of will: ascent to the height only ever begins from wherever you are,
if it is to begin at all.
---
The Beauty, Silence and
Surrender: The infant soul
clutches the beautiful thing to keep it forever, and grief follows; the soul
grown deeper in Love surrenders to the Beauty that retreats and, by retreating,
returns, and by returning remakes the soul for Its own forever.
---
Before appearances
and non-appearances, circumstances and forces, I speculate and
doubt... I run to Honesty's door and knock... harmonious percussion greets my
touch... calling calls to calling in essential duet: 'Come in... and enflesh
the purpose'.
---
The Awakened Anima is
alive to the need that dawns in Redemption and flowers in Love; her contingency
is revealed as Gift, her authenticity as Koinonia, her being as
Worship
---
Imago Dei, inherently
exalted, unique in place and response to Eternity's Only Presence, you truly
cohere where, only, you truly inhere: the begetting bond in the Father of Mercy
and the Sacrifice Lamb
'And... our fellowship is
with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ'
---
From the purging
perimeter to the pervading center--the secret life in the depths of the
fire.
---
The One who walks, risen,
crowned, in brilliant glory among the lampstands, with every star, all heaven
and earth--Death's keys and Life's wellsprings, too--forever fixed in
hand, His hand... He whispers sovereign summons to a single
holy Light, all-pervading Will, inexorably converging design
---
The Certainty we
hunt for in panic sometimes--
It would destroy us,
obliterate us;
It belongs to Holy
Providence.
The doubts that wear and
tear us at times:
They are the clattering
echoes, the piercing reverberations, of a desperate scramble--
For Certainty--
In the endless labyrinth
of the finite heart.
Their boon is to blare
warning: 'Love forbids.'
'I know Him Whom I have
believed':
He ordains to us no other
certainty.
---
The human heart enfolded
by the timeless Life will incorrigibly blossom and burst with
Love's fruits and--yes!--with sweet joy trace the changeless
Face displayed on Heaven's swirling sky.
---
Life's mornings, daytimes
and evenings: a time for cracking the crust, a time for weathering the Power's
storms, and a time for fitting, ripe weariness
---
The piping, percolating
spring season of the spirit is hard to let go for the quiet, rich
industriousness of autumn–bound summer;
But the summer
infiltrates the spring and fall displaces summer;
The deep engulfs the
surface and the 'always' diffuses the 'next';
Death impels the
faltering will and Resurrection swallows up death for finally and ever
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