The Face of the Beloved

I would never have known the face of the Beloved,

Had I not spent so much time in the dark.

‘Twas thru the nights spent clinging to His hand

That I learned the feel of His touch.

“Twas thru the years of straining, listening for His voice

That I learned the sound of His call.

Oh, dark night, an enemy me thought,

Rich treasures you award.

I would not know the face of my Beloved

Had I not spent so much time in the dark.

Uncertainty

Oh, Uncertainty, my lover, my friend,
What a partner you are.

Dancing with you, stepping on my toes,
Bumping into one another, twirling in opposite directions.

How fitted we are each for the other
Neither knowing the left from the right.

Our dance--so amusing to those who look on.
Which way are they going?

Only God knows!

Where Wisdom Dwells

Can you allow the voice of wisdom to speak through you?
Can you open your heart to hear her song?

Do you look to others to know the truth?
Do you not see the answers in the mirror of your soul?

Wisdom longs to speak through you.
She desires to dwell in you.

Others must find wisdom for themselves.
Let her truth find root in your being.

No Matter

No matter that I am a woman
and that makes me less than human in the eyes of some;
No matter that my story will go mostly untold.;
No matter that the stories
are all of men that surrounded Jesus;
No matter that the religious institutions
don’t allow women to teach;
No matter that the relationship
of greatest importance is not spoken of;

No matter for the truth
is written indelibly in the hearts of women
throughout all ages and all times.
No matter for the love of God
surpasses all prejudices, all history, and all slights.
No matter for the record stands in the heavens
as to the truth of All That Is.
No matter for day by day
our lives can testify to greater truths.

The Longing of the Heart

What is the longing of the heart?
Except to be known,
To be filled with love,
And to love?

What is the breadth of the spirit?
The heights to which it can soar?
The extent to which it can expand?

Infinite. Eternal.
Dying but to be reborn.
Ending but to begin again.
Ceaseless ebb and flow,
As the waves of the ocean.
Galaxies spinning into eternity.

Dance With Spirit

It is dark and all is quiet.
All I can hear is the beating of my own heart,
the quietness of my breath,
and a rustle of wind in the branches overhead.
I try to sit quietly
as I anticipate the arrival of the Beloved.
Beautiful thoughts of love
fill my mind and warm my heart
as I think of the joy that the Spirit brings.


There is a feeling of warmth
and then I am in the presence of the Divine.
Ah, my whole heart is filled.
The air is fragrant with the smell of summer.
Roses give off their scent as a gift.
All nature sighs with rapture
as a sense of oneness permeates everything.


Communion, intimacy, wholeness, and healing—
all are gifts brought and exchanged.
Devotion, love, warmth, and insight—
the intimate dance steps of Spirit and matter.
The breath of life is intermingled—
the mortal with the Divine.
Oh, I am loved,
nourished, cherished, and restored.

Listen With Ears That Have A Heart

Along the dusty footpaths we walk,
Past the craggy trees and windblown knolls.
Mystery stalks our path,
Unknown answers, untried ways.
Which direction will we turn?
Which pathways will we trod?

Destiny calls us to try something new,
Tradition beckons, ‘stay the course’.
Imagination tickles our nose,
Fear catches in our throat.
‘Hither, hither’ a whisper calls.
Hesitant, we wonder, ‘Do we go on?’

Fate has called us.
Our ancestors have prepared us.
Wisdom desires that we hear.
Nature cries out, hoping we respond.
‘Listen, Listen with ears that have a heart.’
‘Listen. Listen with ears that have a heart.’