The angel visits me.
Shocking sound, vast colors, she’s suffused in light. A messenger, her words deeply stirring. Her face purest yellow, shining,
smiling, brings ease, a luminosity
She says everything
Will be all right,
All’s well, all shall be well,
All manner of things
Shall forever be well,
Like Julian said
Centuries ago
The moon is the queen, sky mother
The sun is the king, sky father
They love and they need each other
I pray, seeking to uncover
The secrets of their true wonder
How they shine, oh, so brilliantly
How they love us, yes, distantly
They make love during their eclipse
See the bright touching of their lips
Their love endures, persistently
Watching the horizon, bright sun rising above
baking the desert this lonely morning
I came here for mystical union, total silence
but the mighty sun cares not this morning
What of the Desert Fathers, who searched for love
retreated to their cells in the morning?
Did they unlock secrets, away from violence
find perfect solitude in quiet mornings?
I’ve read their books, listened to their tales,
but the words escape me this morning
I want my eyes to be removed of scales,
like St. Paul seeing Jesus in the morning
Why do you fear death when
you’ve died so many times before?
It was new once and it scared you,
an awful boom and tingling sensation
up your spine, lights dimmed,
an explosion of impossible colors
tasting like metal and smelling of wood,
leaving you breathless
it’s better you don’t
we call him by a masculine name
but maybe he’s genderless
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how awesome is the LORD Most High?
we shower Him with praise
thinking of halcyon days
while preparing for
a new heaven on earth
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