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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Divine Medic

And God is always there, if you feel wounded
The Sacred kneels over this earth
like a divine medic

and Sacred love thaws
the holy in
us
                                St. Teresa of Avila
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the secret we are often told
is sacred presence
the living warmth of
The Beloved deep within

and yet our frozenness is
often profound
as fear and hate
old memories
assail and conquer

coating our soul
with an icy shroud
that freezes us
into contorted images of our true self

but ever glows the presence
and when we are most frozen
in a moment
through that divine alchemy
love

the ice cracks
and piece by piece falls from us
scattering behind
as we move
free at last

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