Adoration

April 26, 2015

Meek, gentle, pure,
your beauty makes the heart ache.
Holy warmth radiates from your figure, fair and white.
I wish to embrace.
Longing fills the deepest void,
to make all that is yours, my own.
and all that is my own, yours.
The strong one who kneels down,
wise one who listens,
waits patiently.
Son, husband, father, brother,
the new man descending into his garden,
fervent, full and round as the sun.
Everything worth fighting for, worth protecting,
worth loving.
Through the eyes of the soul, I see

my Christ.

.eucharistic-jesus-adoration

The Age Old Battle

December 8, 2012

ScannedImage001_1

 

 

Satan wraps upon the Holy Door

With unveiled shadow clothed,

Claws atop marble tread.

His talons round the altar rail.

Snap, summon and rouse

Rome’s old Bishop from eventide prayer.

Frail humanity doth behold

The Light-Bearing Angel everlasting.

emerald eyes aloft,

chill heels below.

And as the most-glorious

Chorus of old

Did Satan’s voice sweetly ring

From sweetest lips untold:

 

 

“Doest thou well a Lord to hail

and call upon his name…”

The bishop unmoved

royal crosier his cold hands grip

yet fearful the reply”

“Devil, I know you not, hear ye, it is written

The Lord God alone, shall ye serve.”

Wings black of flaxen flesh

and wondrous plume,

The Fallen unfolds.

“You were told not

that if thou serve the true world-lord,

all glory on earth and power,

shall be unto thee.”

 

 

Follow the bishop’s timid protest:

“All known to me is this:

If thou seek first the Kingdom of Heaven,

all good things shall come to thee.”

In thunder rapt and darkness evermore

shouts the devil anon:

“Fool confess that I am thine king

and the Kingdom mine

before God smites thee for foolery!”

“By the blood

of the New Sacrifice

and the name of Him, who offered thus forth

get thee behind me!”

 

 

Did Satan leap like starlight

great limbs pressed the frescoed ceiling.

Bid he oncemore the bishop

praise to his unholy name.

And oncemore the cleric refrained:

“Hath Lord Christ, own Son of God sworn

The gates of Hell shall not prevail.”

Clawed hand swift,

jeweled gaze intent,

the devil’s final utterance fall

as wetted stones downcast:

“Because thou refused mine accord

of all glories and treasures, an offer invaluable,

I shall never cease my tireless attack

upon ye…

May your age sting ye

and thine flock rebel against ye.

May heresy and confusions multiply like wild grass,

Disturbing your brethren.

Great strife visit the house

entrusted unto you,

many to come after shall pollute thy oversee

defile thy apostle’s holy throne.

Error and unrest seize thy people

so they will even deny the Lord among them.

They shall fall deaf to a shepherd’s call,

ravaged by wolves.

Curses unspeakable, I now fulfill

against anything named “holy”

 

 

Satan took leave sudden.

Trail swirls behind of serpentine smoke

holding putrid embrace.

At last quivering,

the bishop did stand.

Lips parting no sound

In darkness silence bequeathed.

His hands met rest

with countenance resolute, concluded even-prayer.

Untitled

February 9, 2012

Dawn-light from on high breaks. In its lofty dome, first-creation stretches hands over a sea of cloudy blue. From that place, I first knew you, chosen and despised, scapegoat for their sins. Yet, I uttered no thing when they drove three nails through your royal garb and said,

“For this you’ll die.”

I watched them gather stones to slay you for the crime of blasphemy but seeking liberty from the lordly, barbed word, I acted not. Complacency became my shelter while you suffered and prayed for the suffering, praying world.

I was not like you…

I preached and brought love in my own way and needed no other. I was young, a whole life to live, and you were old, your life given away. How I cherished myself when no one cherished you!

From dust rising, brushing off the phoenix’s feathers, I at last spoke,

“He does no wrong, leave.” But surely, you were more wrong and corrupt than the rest of us? Surely, you polished iniquities into gold, wore them on your finger?

Silent, I stood…

Between that world and the abyss, saw heaven; that shining tower built from ivory stone, whitewashed alabaster. Warding the gates was the most beautiful, purest creature, the Shepherd of souls, Christ the Lord. He said:

“Look, behold my manservant!”

You again. I pleaded to enter in, but from your hands clutched, dangled the keys. Slandered, tormented and mocked, you blessed the great emptiness. My wrath could not overcome earth and your honor, missed it. I begged a martyr to open heaven and he thanked me for letting him die.