Monday, October 27, 2014

The Hopeful Forging of Micheal The Lion's Scabbard


Great one who is God's light with your sword grasped in both hands --its blade sunk deep into the spiritual ocean, the first water.

You who kneel before God, I kneel before you.

Your armour is silver, but it is the nature of gold that you glow with, your form blessed by God's rays.
In awe, my eyes hold yours. You are the light of the world.
 
O Healer, Lion, Calm Abider, with a heart of light I request your help.
Transmute me! Temper my darkness, guide me onto your path.

Take your hand from your sword and grasp me instead, plunge me beneath the waves of purity, baptise me so that I may become like you.

Seal me: my flesh, mind and spirit, to the eternal true light.

I do not know God's true name, nor his shape, I do not know how to worship him or please him. I am as ignorant as you are light.

And I humbly beg for you to change that for me.

Accept me as your squire, although I am made of dust, True King, make of me your scabbard.


Monday, October 20, 2014

Promise of the dawn


She opened her eyes today and the sun rose in them.

No difference, you see, between the dawning and her – the gentle glide of the sun around the curve of the planet, the same as the drawing back of her eyelids from her gaze.

The seer and the seen.

Draped about her, a dragon; the denizens of this place of limitless sky, sea and clear-light.

Awoken, the girl is light merging with light.

The Great Crystal Tree had awoken her – stretched out its light to touch her.

Its angels swooped, not in time with the girl, but dashing about the great tree, flying on wings of light around its branches hung with stars and planets.

The girl had slept, upon the cliff, above the ocean sharing its horizon with the clear blue sky -- but no longer.

The dawn has broken.

She is awoken.