I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
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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