rosiesmysticjourney
Dr Rosemary T McAuley
Christian Mystical Journey
Poems and Thoughts
The Northern Hoarfrost
And our dead frozen in time
Stilled into clarity
On that grey day
Scattered upon our horizon
Where the Northern mockingbird
Vocalises their multitute of songs
Raising up into eternity
And wide into our visual embrace
To hold close their memory
Depositing pure spirit to lead us
From pain to vision
A pierced heart giving new wonder
New revelation
To penetrate God's vast treasures
And energise our daily rising
Catching my Breath
I catch my breath and absorb its freedom
To muse on you
My vapours bellow out
Merging with the great I AM
an atmoshereic union of oxidated life
Particles mixing, purifying
Sin suspended and dissipated
By the air's embace
Your presence enveloping my being
And filling my hunger for freshness
Drawing in from nature's beauty
The green life
Converting my polluted voice and
Giving sap for new, sweet song
To praise God with trills of higher notes.
Nada
To see your weeping eyes
To feel your pain upon
That public post
The shame, the fear, the
Agony-
Oh! This dark night
When desert sands blind
Your vision and beat against
Your tired face
Cold comfort in your nakedness
Exposed to only your nothingness
Nada-your downing moan
Nada,Nada
Upon his empty stage you wait
Lost,broken, deserted
Point me north in this abyss
Soften my wounded heart
With gentle reminders of warmth.
from The Cry of My Soul
Crown of Thorns
Etching
For all the fallen in war
Rememberance Day
Upon these grimy sacrifical corpses
Tangled in the mud of earth's putrid sin
Cascades fresh wild flowers - daises, violets and wild roses
From the heavenly court
Scattered softly by gentle clean hands
And from angelic vision
Floods of pure tears to soak thia earth
A deluge of passion!
Distant screams rock the twilight
Peace!!
Living sacrifices naked, stripped and raw
Their unique tears infusing the Bloody stains
As in the paschal drink
Quenching the thirsty world
God's pain ful arrow opening again
buried riches of gold and silver
Hidden in the deep brown clay of earthly indifference.
See our mourning and weeping in this Vale of tears
For all those massacred in war
Bathe now your feet in the pool of these tears
O Virgin Queen
On the mystic isle where
Your lighted footsteps now tread
Portrait of My Mum
Snow Again
On the death of my mother 9/1/2018
And with her passing
My wintry heart
Reaps solace in the
magic of Snowfall
Absorbing me in the beauty
Communing with her eternity
A heavenly touch of connection
With the wonders she now beholds
Refined and purified as the snowflake
her crystal lattice of soul
melts into oneness
Echoes of another loss
My heart endured
Again lifting mourning into
Unearthly delight
God's hand staving the pain
With a silent stillness
To hear the moment.
And a blanket to wrap me
In the mystery of the cross.
The Fruit of Suffering
A suffering made good,
When head and feet,
Ripen their fruit
Earth's gift, heaven's brain
A living sacrifice,
Expiring in the raging heat
Of creeping survival,
Amid lashes and deep cuts
Upon 'The Way'
Yet, I remain.
Awake to that vision,
Eyes penetrate to see-
A church refreshed with
Our blood upon that cross
He and I, We-
Made dead to their world.
from Containing the Dream
The Spirit Trail
There falls a deeper silence
Holding me in precious light
Flashes dancing, with electric
Force of wonder
Pulling my watered eye
To stare at spirit tail into
Your heart
Darts cutting through mystery
Opening routes into the hidden way
For me to find you
Stillness alive with eternity
Present to my iniquity
Slowing my breath
Into healing
In time with your perfection
Deep sighs regenerating my being
To walk into reality again
Where night meets day
In me in you
Giving fragile wholeness to our perplexity
And new clarity to come.
The Appearance
That longed for feminine goal
Stretch out and lift high
Rising-
A wooded hide
Reds, greens yellows, golds
Falling from an upright tower
Mary, Virgin most wild
Raindrops of perpetual cleaning
Upon your feet.
Rising-
Through the grove
Seeking light for a heavenly connection
Come out, burst forth!
Radiance appearing
A open face confronting
A world made ready.
from Containing the Dream
"the sensitivity of beauty touches the soul in a pure and special way."
" to lift oneself to a high plane-a heavenly reality were good exists-surely this should be encouraged."
(writing extracts, 1991)
"I believe contemplation, direct experience of God and sensitivity to beauty will gradually deepen and purify our interior lives expressed in word, image and music in a world purged by suffering to give a new tomorrow"
"Christ has always been the sweet piercing sound in my heart and my beloved" (2023)