Womb

 

(Wrote this in a period I can describe as my “Dark Night Of The Soul” (cfr St John of the Cross) > in deep despair I felt as if there was some invisible Force, “an unseen hand that pushed me back” to life > since then I know that wherever Life’s journey takes you, in whathever abyss you might find yourself, you have to trust & belief (100%!) that there always is “an unseen hand” upon which you can rely for support, even in the eye of death… Believe our Souls, all Souls are breathing in this “Womb Of Being”.  Ave + 🙂

Enclosed I roam from star to star,
I travel endlessly, I whisper and
my breath unfolds behind me as
a vale, a shooting star, a comet
on its way and growing, growing
with each light-year passing by,
O yes, there is much pleasure in this
roaming , it is creation of a Master
Plan and still this roaming is
continuing, and when from time
to time I reach the boundaries of
my confinement, I feel a sudden
shiver, as if some unseen hand is
there to push me back, or could it
be the vale behind that keeps on
coming back, I wonder. So here I
am, inside and out, no matter
how the journey goes, there always
will be worlds to enter and others
then to leave behind, the roaming
will continue , on and on, no
ending, no beginning, so is the
roaming in the Womb of Being,
the cavern of A Master’s Plan.

Bird As A Prophet


(picture taken through my van’s  windshield @ Cap Gris Nez, France)

O little bird how graciously you sing,
while night is darkening your wings,
you are the Herald of the morning,
my hands are open for your offering,
there is my Heart, O little bird, your
soft whisper, your silent touch, I can’t
ignore, O, little bird, you Prophet
of the Dawn to come, my hands are
opening for your offering, my ears are
singing, all in tune, O little bird, my eyes
are closed in darkness, I keep wandering
into the night, breathing in, breathing out,
I offer you my heart, I welcome you into
my Soul, O little bird, how graciously you
sing, while night is darkening your wing.

 

 

music by Robert Schuman, Forrest Scenens, Op.82/7, The Prophet Bird

Paradise

Shall I then look with both my eyes? Shall
I then see a glimpse of Paradise? Or shall I
look with my eye right, or better still, the one
eye left? O Lord, to have a look at You is out
of league, to dance with You my legs are lame,
but still You keep inviting me, You keep on
looking for my inward eye, You keep on dancing
while my legs are lame, O Lord Your dance really
is out of league, but when blinded, cripple, deaf
and lame I stumble, then I see, my eyes right,
not left behind, O yes, I see, I see the glittering
dome of Paradise, it was the inward eye indeed,
the compass You imprinted in my Soul, as is the
graveyard Light to Souls at rest, so is Your Light
to me, in Peace now I can live, in Love my Soul
with You will be, eternally.

Maria Assumpta

 

AVE MARIA

@ Maria Assumptalyceum, Brussels, a gift 😉

MEMORARE

O piissima Virgo Maria,
non esse auditum a saeculo,
quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia,
tua implorantem auxilia, aut tua petentem suffragia
a te esse derelictum.
Ego tali animatus fiducia,
ad te Virgo virginum Maria
Mater Iesu Christi, confugio,
ad te venio, ad te curro,
noli, Domina mundi, noli aeterni Verbi Mater verba mea despicere,
sed audi propitia et exaudi me miserum ad te in hac lacrimarum valle clamantem.
Adsis mihi, obsecro, in omnibus necessitatibus meis, nunc et semper,
et maxime in hora mortis meae.
O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Virgo Maria!
Amen

REMEMBER

O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known
that anyone who fled to thy protection,
implored thy help, or sought thy intercession
was left unaided by thee.
Inspired with this confidence,
I fly to thee,
Mary, Virgin of virgins, Mother of Jesus Christ;
to thee do I come; before thee I stand,
O Mistress of the World and Mother of the Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in thy mercy hear and answer wretched me crying
to thee in this vale of tears.
Be near me, I beseech thee, in all my necessities, now and always,
and especially at the hour of my death.
O clement, o loving, o sweet Virgin Mary.
Amen

(15th century prayer, made popular by Fr. Claude Bernard, the Poor Priest )

see history @ :
http://www.preces-latinae.org/thesaurus/BVM/Memorare.html

Imagine

Imagine as this snow is melting how
a bird is opening its wings to welcome
a new dream, imagine  as your weeping
heart is beating how your eyes are looking
for a cloud, a shelter for your soul’s desire,
imagine as this day is closing how the night
is entering, its dark embrace invisible, silence
then, imagine as this snow is melting how
it welcomes you, whispering, arms only for
you, then fly, fly, so you melt too and woo.