Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Even if I don't see it again - nor ever feel it I know it is - and that if once it hailed me it ever does -  And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn't - I was blinded like that - and swam in what shone at me only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I'd die from being loved like that,

 To get to you, I travelled light years Through cosmic storms and dust, Only to find you sleeping on your simple cot. Stepping back, I folded, Quietly, My gray ragged wings. I could see why he chose you,  The glow of your pure breath.... I didn't mean to frighten you, Just wanted to keep looking.... I wanted to breathe in your innocent air, look at your soft, Surrendered hands.... Another second.... Before I told you the news,

Even if I don't see it again - nor ever feel it  I know it is - and that if once it hailed me  it ever does- And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting  within myself,    as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn't - I was blinded like that - and swam in what shone at me    only able to endure  it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I'd die from being loved like that. 

"Hail, space for the uncontained God" From the Agathistos Hymn, Greece, 6th Century We know the scene: the room,variously furnished, almost always a lectern, a book; always the tall lily. Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings, the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering, whom she acknowledges, a guest. But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions courage. The engendering Spirit did not enter without consent. God waited. She was free to accept or refuse, choice integral to humanness. Aren't there annunciations of one sort or another in most lives?