Song of the Dancing Eagles

Look
and look with me
Listen
let’s listen
to the swing of those great wings
Hear
and hear with me
there is the trumpet of wise majesty
Feel
and feel with me
the magic of their heart
beating with mystery
Tremble
with their flow
again again
until our blood is flying through our veins
and we are lifted
Then dance
let’s dance
to the blue rhythm of our Lady’s call
And though we are earthbound
they take us to our Father’s ground
a distant valley on a drop of wind
Breathe
and breathe with me
into this ancient melody
Look
and look with me
there is a paradise to see
Feel
and feel with me
there is the water of that endless sea
Flow
and flow with me
there is a being beyond me
Sing
and swing with me
love this eagle
feel it fly in Thee

Motherland

(D-Day ~Normandy > each beach is a continuing testimony of our history…)

For each who talks,
for each who walks,
for each there is a beach,
for each to print a footstep here,
for each to shed a tear

For each and every one of us
for each a Womb to meet
for each and every one of us
in each our Hearts shall beat

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
Then put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who fights,
for each who writes,
for each there is a hand,
for each who weeps,
for each who sleeps,
for each there is a land

For each and every one of us
for each here shed a tear
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall hear

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
Then put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who falls,
for each who calls,
for each there is a Tomb,
for each who strays,
for each who prays,
for each there is a Womb

For each and every one of us
for each our sins we’ll give
for each and every one of us
for each She shall forgive

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who grieves,
for each who leaves,
for each there is a Home,
for each who craves,
for each the waves
shall offer silent praise

For each and every one of us
for each and every Love
for each and every one of us
for each She”l send Her Dove

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
Then put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who bled,
the waves turned red,
they colored their embrace,
their lips became
a silent blame
for each and every face

For each and every one of them,
for each we shall remain
for each and every one of them
Love’s witness of their pain

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who cries,
for each who dies,
for each there is a wave,
for each who breathes
and suffocates
the Motherland awaits

For each and every one of us,
for each beginnings near,
for each and every one of us
for each then be them dear

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

And gently then,
and gently then,
as Heart’s beat fades away,
for each who sings,
for each Sea brings
the wave to Soul’s D-day

For each and every one of us
for each here we shall pray
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall stay

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

From each who falls,
from each who calls,
from each She asks belief,
for each who strays,
for each who prays,
for each shall be relief

For each and every one of us
this Motherland shall be
for each and every one of us
Her Womb Eternity

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

(+ All War Beaches +)

(animation via http://www.pimpmyspace.org/ )

Prayer of the Lost and Found

As I am walking in this world of words
sometimes I keep forgetting how once
– inspired- I was returning home when
suddenly You spoke and down the hill
You came in shining white, Your music
as from heaven sent was all around,
and how it told me to have patience
O I remember how my heart was filled
with joy I hardly couldn’t wait and now
while looking in Your eyes I feel a touch
of paradise I finally have found an answer
beyond words.

(picture taken @ Banneux Sanctuary, Belgium)

Smoke

Some smoke is dancing in the snow,
it makes me think of You, my Love,
some smoke is dancing in the snow,
there are no leaves and trees are naked,
O my Love, some smoke is dancing
with the snow, is there a message
then for me, are You inviting me, O,
so graciously, so graciously, I hear
Your voice, it hasn’t melted yet,
O Lord, my Lord of Frost, shall You
then keep Her here, before my Love
has melted, melted by some smoke,
here, dancing in the snow.

Prayer to Saint Rumbold

On July 1st, we celebrate my patron’s feast: Saint Rumbold (Sint Rombout). A cathedral was built in his honour at Mechelen (Malines), Belgium, dating back to the 13th Century AD. His name means: rom= “wide, spacious, reknown, famous’ + bold = “bold, brave”

Therefore, I say a special prayer for all of us:

Today I come to Thee,
Saint Rumbold,
I offer You my Love,

grant me Your Blessing,
make me worthy
to live up to Your Name,

that I may equally be:
righteous, bold and brave,

especially in my darkest hours.
I pray to you to intercede
before
The Almighty,
to protect and guide

me, my loved ones,
and everyone in need of
Love, strength and courage.

Blessed are You,
Saint Rumbold,

I honor Thee and kneel
before You,
You,
Wise, Brave and Bold
Prophet Of The Soul,

grant me Your Vista.

PAX TIBI. AMEN.


Saint-Rumbold’s Cathedral, Mechelen (Malines), Belgium, detail from a painting my father, Ferdinand Vercnocke, made at my request (see more here)

Vandaag kom ik tot U,
Heilige Rombout,
Ik bied U mijn Liefde,
verleen mij Uw Zegen,
maak dat ik waardig ben
te leven naar Uw Naam,
en dat ik ook moge zijn:
rechtschapen,
moedig en dapper,
en zeker in ’t donkerst
mijner uren.

Ik bid om Uw Voorspraak
bij de Allerhoogste,
tot bescherming en leiding
voor mij, mijn dierbaren,
en allen die nood hebben
aan Liefde, Kracht en Moed.
Gezegend zijt Gij,
Heilige Rombout,
ik eer U, kniel voor U,
Gij, de Wijze, de Dappere,
de Stoutmoedige
Profeet van de Ziel,
schenk mij Uw Vergezicht.

PAX TIBI. AMEN

Legend

The legend tells us how Saint Rombout built a little church in Mechelen, and paid the workers more than their due. This aroused the rumour that he was very rich. When the Saint found out that one of his parishioners was cheating on his wife, he confronted him with the truth. The man was not pleased, and together with a ‘fellow in crime’ he forged a plan to murder the Saint and steal his money. After they killed him, they found out he was not so rich after all, and threw his body in the river. Instantly a bright light, as a spear from heaven, marked the spot where the Saint’s body was afloat. The killers fled, never to be apprehended.
The parishioners, overwhelmed with this sign, treated the body as if it were Jesus himself, and buried it in a prominent place in the church that the beloved Saint had build. Soon afterwards miracles and instant healings started, and to this day the cathedral  to believers and pilgrims is a local Lourdes, praying to Saint Rombout to grant them a favour.

Scientific research

The remains of Saint Rombout are kept in a shrine at his Cathedral, and just recently it was opened and investiged by scientists using the C14 method to date the evidence.
The scientist forensic work links the evidence to a man between 30/40 years of age and approx 6 feet tall, suffering rachitis, but cured. His death is almost certainly to be situated between 580 AD and 655 AD. Other evidence points out that the man must have lived in a monastery, and taking into consideration the remarkable state of the remains and other findings, one can conclude that this would be a very close match to the Saint in question.

My Patron Saint

In Belgium we commemorate Saint Rombout on July 1st. The coincidence here is that I was born exactly a month earlier, on June 1st. So, each year on July 1st I pray to my patron Saint @ 1pm (13:00h) –I was born 1am ;-)  ) for his blessing and I invite all my beloved ones and friends to pray with me, wherever they are. If I can, I pray at the site of Our Lady Of Lourdes, in Humbeek, Belgium, since it is a beautiful and inspiring place, next to the river, and Humbeek has Saint Rombout as patron Saint too! There I can combine both my Father’s and my Mother’s calling :-)
Sometimes, I pray at Saint-Rombout’s Cathedral, or just at any suitable place when I’m ”on the road”.

To read more, click here.

Ave, Namaste, Pax Tibi

Sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Rumbold%27s_Cathedral
http://www.sintromboutstoren.be/rombout.php (full story on the murder of Sint Rombout – in Dutch)

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