Timeless, A Hymn to our Spiritual Ammas and Abbas

Timeless, A Hymn to our Spiritual Ammas and Abbas

Religion
   Verse 1 The mystery of God floats through the cool air. Approaching my heart with timeless despair. With courage and fear I look to the sky. I follow you up the ladder to die. Verse 2 In places away from the city I roam I go to stay and give my heart home The passions I fight are not alone the virtues of Love found in the heart’s home Verse 3 The earth and the sky speak of my true heart My wrapping does hang wherever thou art A journey to God is now my life’s goal to see you and feel you within my soul. Verse 4 To be in the world is my truest call But faith is alone, the great gift from God A justified faith without the good works Is lost in confusion drowning out mirth. Verse 5 Love calls us to God when we can sit still to ponder a vision until we are filled or to set us free
Psalm

Psalm

Poetry, Psalm, Religion, spiritual practice, Spirituality
Eli Eli lama sabachthani? where were you when the embryo hatched and was formed by blood-spattered hyenas tearing hope from limb to limb and laughing gleefully at the mockery where were you when the embryo fell and love offered a hit of a crack pipe covered in symbols flashing through the ghetto offering escape from the desolate heat the hands that should be reaching out are cut off at the wrists bleeding sanctimonious tripe in defiance of the call to love the least , lost, and lonely while sentencing each embryo to death guilty rings through the room as we continue to bleed the embryo out with ignorance born of fear and shame and the lie of the only way being my way standing on the corner shouting belligerently to repent or die revelation rings through the cosmos as the embryo marches th...
Poetry Party:  Jesus is My Rock :-)

Poetry Party: Jesus is My Rock :-)

Poetry, spiritual practice
from the earth you were birthed in violent trembles shock and awe propelling you out into a new place absent the molten warmth of the mother’s embrace. carved through time into a new thing called by ancient stirrings to return to the encircling warmth of love where ash and sky are one. Photo credit:  Christine Valters Paintner, Abbey of the Arts Poem credit:  Terri Stewart, inspired by Christine's photo