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.
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."
Behold this empty space between your certainty and mine, this area of sunlight free of claim and counterclaim, this bright meadow where no one has shouted, bullied, or begged, where butterflies are sovereign, where birdsong is our legislation, where you walk and I could walk out into the open, look around, and speak - first of children, then of our dreams, and only then of the work we will do together,