Quickening

Subscribe to JOURNEY/lex, my weekly sharing of poetry, the arts, and mystics near and far.

 

Quickening

You reveal Yourself as a quickening,
a precious sign of promised life.

When I lay down my addiction
to kings, whether sky-high bound
or earthly enthroned,

When I take off my masks
and place them down
no longer willing to shade
my treasure,

I know You,
the gift of radiance
born in the shape of me.

I taste Your sweetness
and see Your gentleness
born in the shape of all.

I give up my addiction
to kings, put on my soul,
and run with You,
my Holy One.

.

.

.

Author’s Note:

Wisdom filtered into my life this week, a welcomed visitor. Quietly, yet persistently, demanding I take notice as one by one each piece unfolded and intertwined with one another.

I was reminded of one of my favorite quotes by Martha Graham to Agnes deMille:

There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.

Then a post by a wise and rather tall friend, Ryan Taylor, spoke about the “treasure of you” and Mary the Mother of Jesus and gifts and surrender and all those things I forget in rushed days of worry and fret and political insanity. Take a look at Tall Monastic Guy. And the photograph above found at MuseTouch Visual Arts Magazine on Face Book, speaks to me of Mary always depicted in blue, the pose of complete surrender, and the absolute trust in a body that can faithfully balance in toe shoes.

And finally, Psalm 34 opened up in the lectionary for this Fourth Sunday of Lent and tied the ribbons of the point shoes around my ankles so that I may rise upon them in dance celebration of peace within.

First, I must discover the Divine within. Again I bring myself back where our Holy One resides and holds me tight and waits for me to yield and become what I have been made to be.

Honor yourself this week with a bit of time and silence to hear the gentle lullaby that will ease and soothe, and help you fall, once again, deeply into love.

Peace,
Lexanne

For the complete reflection, please visit JOURNEY/lex.

Some Storms

The 2nd Day of Christmas10520526_10204476131015253_31300232393359936_n

Some storms blow in
make their presence known
cover ground and fill sky so
completely with their fury
white and cold suffocate
all under siege

Today a snowy mist
put down minimal icing
quiet enough to hear your
breathing on earth
a whispered I am

I hear your presence in the
gentle fall of flakes sitting
on black asphalt, a deep
call within to listen
then see, and feel

I should stand just once
sans coat and shoes
palms open to the sky
bare feet against the ground
allow your wintery rime to
cover me the same as I
assent to summer sun

I only see stars when
dark night shades the sky

I understand your warmth
only after I have known cold

.

.

.

Author’s Note:

A reflection on becoming quiet, learning to listen, and Ferguson MO. Thank you Ryan Taylor, Tall Monastic Guy, and those with you who are learning to listen and helping me to do the same.