There’s no two-ness in God the mystic said, *
No two-ness in God at all.
All the things are as one in Jesus Christ, +
All things are as one said Paul.
In the letting go we find life:
For deeper than the striving is the flowing,
Deeper than the searching is the knowing
And deeper than the grieving is the mystery
In which darkness and light are one.
We believe in a mystery we call God,
A mystery beyond definition,
A flame that is glimpsed through darkened glass,
The hope of our human condition.
Not in grasping or in holding shall we find God,
Not in seeking power or serving narrow needs,
But in letting go with joyful expectation
We shall meet the God beyond all creeds.
God is the rock of mystic presence,
Christ is the rock that points the way,
Earth is the rock that births our life-force ,
Flesh is the rock where lovers play.
Through the star filled realms of evening
Shines heavenly light.
Daylight gifts a space for working,
Rest comes with night.
“Kill your own child” God seemed to say with firmness,
“For children satisfy a god’s desire.”
So Abraham brought Isaac in obedience
To sacrifice upon the altar’s fire.
The cup of our living flows over its rim
And minds have no room for the fresh or the new,
For minds that are sated have stopped in their tracks
And ceased to be open to God’s widening view.
Behind the world of images
There’s nothing we can see.
Behind the realm of sound and word
There’s nothing we can hear.
Let opposites all share a common space,
The inner and the outer be as one;
Each mind reflect life’s interweaving grace
And hearts all find God’s presence deep within.
Within, between and far beyond
Form journeys of the pilgrim way
Exploring myst’ry’s sacred realms,
Entwining darkness with the day.
Spirit of all freedom,
Mystery unconfined,
Breaking bondage,
Freeing mind,
Life-force we embrace.
From Good Friday’s gruesome darkness
To the rise of Easter Morn
Lies a path beyond our coyness,
Path that holds the newly born.
When we have moved beyond the realm of words
And emptiness replaces all our thought,
We sing of the darkness embraced by John, The mystic called John of the Cross, A darkness he entered with joyful hope…
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We need a cross to sign the truth
That pain is part of life,
For joys and sorrows intertwine
And growth evolves through strife.
“Weep not, weep not for me*
Daughters of Israel’s womb;
Weep for yourselves”, said Christ
“Not for my cross or tomb”.
In the darkness of my spirit
When my blindness masks my sight
I will dance! dance! dance!
I will sing! sing! sing!
Of the coming of the light.
