Great Mystery, teach me how to trust my heart, my mind, my intuition my inner knowing the sense of my body and blessings of my spirit. Teach me to trust these things so that I may enter my sacred Space and love beyond my fear, and thus Walk in Balance with the passing of each glorious Sun.
In times of doubt I forget That You are not a God Of thoughts, to be found In concepts or theories But are the source of My life and radiance That shines forth in all That is, and then I remember: Mine is the work of learning To see You as the radiance That shines forth in all that is, Even in the dark. Even in me.
Before supper in the upper room, breakfast in the barn. Before the Passion Feast, a feeding trough. And here, the altar of Earth, fair linens of hay and seed. Before His cry, her cry. Before His sweat of blood, her bleeding and tears. Before His offering, hers. Before the breaking of bread and death, the breaking of her body in birth. Before the offering of the cup, the offering of her breast. Before His blood, her blood. And, by her body and blood, alone, his body and blood and whole human being. The wise ones knelt to hear the woman's word in wonder. Holding up her sacred child, her God in the form of a babe, she said "Receive and let your hearts be healed, and your lives fulfilled with love, for this is my body, this is my blood."