Meditations on the Way: Poems of a Christian Journey

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The Woman in Me

I am by natural and educational heritage a creative artist and student of myth, poetry and saga. However, I live in a history in which I am constantly conscious of... my life is about the secular , and that is how I express the physical truth of Jesus Christ.

Him I study as Truth, and the creative imagination of mankind, expressed in their spiritualities, their saints, their traditions and their prayers, their heroes, tales and legends of all nations and all times...this is the achievement of the
mind of man, who is the infant child of God. The spiritual aura of these things should never be forgotten, even after the intervention of Christ saves us from falsehood, error and sin.

I believe Him to be God's Only Son and the Lord of the whole world- the regulator of our excesses, and the focus of every good thing. When, at the last His revelation is complete, it will be like the Sun in the sky lighting up all others – all other realities, that is, and revealing them as smoke of incense in His sight....the prayers of all His sons.

Many people get their faith from the Holy Scriptures, or from the Church, or from their parents...to me, all these means are mediated by men, and corrupted by mans' exaggerated notion of his power over women like myself. I must tell you I got my faith straight from God, born with His First Testament of Creation, and witnessed by the women of my lineage to me.

We stand like a grove of unique trees in His sight, each one hand made, and each one different and sequestered to itself...each one of great age and dignity, simply standing receiving His life as a flower receives the sunlight. The human creativity that i study and practise is like the birdsong in my branches, or like my medicinal leaves, or like the perfume of flowers whose roots were in Eden.

Jesus will pick up what has been lost, and call to mind what has been forgotten... Jesus will utter the prayers I cannot speak, with His superior excellence than mine. Francis knew that, in his poem to to Brother Sun.
 

Wordsworth knew that in his Natural Piety poems. History tends to be dull, but to the artist the poetry, the myth and the story will always appeal. The Bride herself may be silent before her Spouse, and simply exist in a quiet mind that reflects Him like clear water, or moonlight. Physical pleasures and pains are alike insatiable, and will never be satisfied in this life.

We must reflect our excesses back to the physicality of Jesus' Truth, and stay committed to His reality...

He is more than the chirping of the birds in our branches...

He is the whole world to us...

the whole world. The rosary of human life which each of us holds in our hand is nothing compared to Him...

the Source of Life and Love, Who reveals God to us so that we may receive Him, starting in this life, and flowering before Him forever in Heaven.

Starting from His intervention in our life, the world becomes the garden, before sin and beyond sorrow, in which we find our first and truest home, and our only task is then to love Him, and become ourselves the focal point of His tenderness for us.

Giles

 

Sr. Giles (C) 2006

Edited 05/12/2008

Br Andrew EFO