O Lux Beata Trinitas

 

God is My being.
Through your grace
I Am.
Christ is the light
of my awareness.
Through your wonder
boundaries dissolve,
and I embrace the universe
as my body.
Your Holy Spirit breathes me.
Thank you, Mother.
I learn more 
in one inhalation
than could ever be written
in the scriptures.
Through your grace 
I am emptied, I am filled.
The name of the Friend
is a flame in my heart
so quiet and gentle
it must be felt, not heard.
I am broken open
by the infinite possibility
of your Silence,
more powerful than any word
or deed.
Let me help you in 
your invisible work.
Be my ground.
Let me fall like a seed
into the fecund furrow 
of your absence, 
through a divine burial 
where I rest at the core
of every stone,
lost in the boundless caverns 
of a dust speck.
Now I drown in your ocean
of sweet ineffable
uncreated Music.
I am pure listening
which brings harmony
to all creatures.
How tenderly
I encompass the earth
when I am most vulnerable
and hollow!
Father, be starless night.
Mother, be stirring wind
over the waters of darkness.
Conceive a Child,
the glow in my chest
where the temple veil is rent
by the gentlest sigh.
Outwardly, the birth   
of the Sun in Midwinter,
inwardly, astonished love.
The mystery is no longer hidden.
In my very flesh, the sacrament
of the Bridal Chamber,
an altar of stillness 
between rising and falling,
where a faint exhalation
brushes the breastbone
like a feather of fire.
My missing rib is a door ajar.
Look in through this wound of love.
You might see Jesus
and Magdalene kiss.
You might enter my body, 
walking barefoot on dew
in prayer-green shadows.
You might step through
the gateway of this heart
into a garden where
each moment is the moving
mirror of eternity.