rosiesmysticjourney
Dr Rosemary T McAuley
Christian Mystical Journey
An Easter Triduum of Poems
My Crucifixion
Their nails drive into my essence
And pierce my failing heart
That they should crucify me so-
They whom I stretched to transform
Drinking the gall He wills
my mind, body, soul
Endures the indignation of
Rejection and abuse-No blow reserved
My blood expiated
For their inheritance.
And in this isolated hour
A crack of thunder
heralds the coming victory-Aloud!
Proclaiming my intimate union with all,
A vindicated path as
"Truly the Son of God"
And capturing my expiring gift
In the waiting hands of eternity.
Emerging Easter
Through the dark tunnel of pain
I stagger-
Blinded by the sunlight ahead,
Pushing me forward,
Sustaining my faltering steps
With the energy of expected spring joy,
Into brightness, bleaching my wounds
With the warm, cleansing rays of resurrection
Immersing the seed of hope in my gut with
Blooming esctasy
As emerging Easter holds me still.
Easter Love
Into the lifting light of morning
Comes my Lord
Bathed in the morning dew,
With a triumphant smile of gladness
He radiates renewed joy
As he captures my entranced gaze.
Life to life
Heartbeat touching His
I embrace Him whom i adore
And I abandon myself in His
Aliveness
As loves grief arrows melt
Into soothing balm.
Easter 2023
The Dance of Spring
I hide in your brilliant white shroud
Entombed with my love, my Lord
In a silence of stale afflicition
Sinking we fell
Expiring exhausted into the pit
Pressed and beaten
By man's indifference
Our shining quest dead and forgotten
Opaque to their polluted eyes
Entwined by the thornbush
We lie still in a bed of pain
Entangled by their matrix of opposition
But see it flowers now
Rising scents of eternal freshness
For us to breath spirit life
and a triumphant display of colour
Clothes its starkness
Flowers to crown our wounded heads
And in secret union and glee
We take the dance of spring
Upon that fallen cross
Inspiration for this poem is from E.A.Hornel's painting TheDance of Spring
