Though God is formless, yet
we may gaze into the face of the Beloved,
the Lord of Astonishment,
where we have nothing to remember
because there is no past, and nothing to fear
because there is no future,
only a tender yet overwhelming light
born from the womb of darkness,
the silence of Our Lady's grace.
What Mystery transpires
in the breast of the Eternal,
deep inside this human body?
A seed is planted at the marriage
of Christ and Sophia, Word and Wisdom.
This is the wedding of I and Am
in the secret sacrament
of the Bridal Chamber,
just beneath our sternum. and just above
the rise and fall of our belly,
in the fructifying hollow
where this breath comes home.
So it is we pray at Mattins and Vespers
because our flesh is a thirsty
furrow
and a temple for the wine of love.
‘O Magdalene, you take the very
form
of this inhalation, veiled in silence.
Descend through the soft ancient portal
in my crown, and pour the Milking Way,
the nectar of the Moon down my spine,
filling the empty chalice of my heart.
For You are the threefold Goddess,
the Prophetess, Mother, and Paramour.
You engender Christ in me,
You give birth to Christ in me,
You gaze into the face of Christ in me, y
our Beloved, the Lord of Astonishment.'
Image: Mary Magdalene, Grace Cathedral, San Francisco
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