rosiesmysticjourney
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 isloted 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 forwrd,
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.