God’s Veil

Full Moon

Rosary of the holy lamb

Did your hand run across it?

O Saint of fire and light

Did your feet run in the meadow

With speckled dingoes and sheepdogs?

Were the beads dipped in blood?

Did your hand draw back with

The flesh all but gone?

 

Did you say your prayer

Amidst the smoke, sirens and the pain?

Was the moon rising full

Over the trees and outback?

 

The faerie queen danced just outside

My back door last night.

The angels cried when they saw your wounds,

Archangels bringing green/gold flames

 

Bring me my sword, Joan

Bring me my shield and armour

Bring me my spear and all the horses

Of my ancestors.

Under the full moon we will be warriors

If he can’t heal you

I will find the God who can.

 

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with apologies to Belloc

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so;
Benedicamus Domino! – Hillaire Belloc

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Wherever Enchatuer’s moon doth glow

One finds wild women all in a row,

At least until bad WordPress smites,

Up rises a chorus of “this bites.!”

MotherBear

seems to be working OK now

whatever got into the system yesterday seems to be gone, posting is working

(gremlins!)

we are now

we are now

breathing our life

in and out

dark and light

in such a manner

as to ignite creation

with divine joy

in such a way as to kindle

relaxation and deep peace

now

entering Lemuria

I am going to write a bit before I ever go there and tell you what I see when I close my eyes. Won’t it be fun to find if the Lemuria I’m headed for is actually like the one ion my head?

OK, I see a wee rabbit running down a hill and into a brush that is lush and green, dotted with fragrant yellow blossoms. Fat bees sip their nectar in a lazy afternoon sun and the occasional white puff of cloud drifts overhead. Off to the right lies a stately green (evergreen in fact) forest. A procession of lords and ladies in magenta silks comes over the hill, yet they stop to pass the time with a sweet looking peasant boy who is herding his milk goats toward their safe barn. I observe that they are treating each other as equals, which tells me much about this place.  An owl hoots and blinks in peace in some pine branches above me.I nestle into my hammock and gaze up at a azure Lemurian sky…

MotherBear

just a ‘lil baby blog tonight

Here’s just a tiny baby blog tonight, to get started…

hello all! I’m looking forward to learning how to blog and growing in the blogosphere!

MotherBear