Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 The green of Jesus  is breaking the ground and the sweet  smell of delicious Jesus is opening the house and the dance of Jesus music has hold of the air and the world is turning in the body of Jesus and the future is possible.

 It's not magic;it isn't a trick. Every breath is a resurrection. And when we hear the poem  Which is the world, when our eyes Gaze at the beloved's body, We're reborn in all the sacred parts Of our own bodies: The heart Contracts, the brain Releases its shower  Of sparks, And the tear Embarks on its pilgrimage Down the cheek to meet The smiling mouth,

 Sharing bread and wine- This time no passing over- We come here to die Tender fear - fueled wound- Tight pretending to be god- Comes now to the cross In anguish and love- Our suffering God with us- We release the lie And surrender, Resurrected and restored, Into the God We are.

  Holy are you, O Lord, holy, blessed and One. Holy are you, and generous for you have flooded my heart with the light of your way, and you have raised up in me the Tree of Life. You have shown me a new heaven upon the earth. You have shown me a secret Garden, unseen within the seen. Now I am joined soul and spirit present in your Presence- your Presence that has waited long in me, your Presence, the true Tree of Life, planted in whatever the earth is, planted in whatever it is that men are, planted, and rooted in the heart your Presence all at once revealing your Paradise alive with every good green thing: grasses and trees and the fruiting bounty, a world of flowers! sweet-scented lilies! Each little flower speaks a truth: Humility and joy, peace, oh peace! kindness, compassion, the turning of the soul, and the flood of tears and the strange ecstasy of those bathed in your light.