My Heaven, Part 7

A silenced Spirit,

An ancient mystic’s writings;

A warmth stirs within.

Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!

Chapel Visit

Light through windows tall and wide

Ignites the surfaces inside.

Wood and brass and fibers gleam

As I am lost in mystic dreams.

Echoes from the creaks and cracks,

I sit a few rows from the back.

My eyes are closed so I can see

What’s offered by Divinity.

Words are neatly tucked away,

And thought’s suspended as I pray.

The One who is cannot be known

Except by still, sweet Love, alone.

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Mystic’s Peak

Do not stay trapped in the letter

For the Spirit is much better.

“Did it happen?” will not do,

But “Is it real?” or “Is it true?”

These kinds of questions speak to meaning,

Whether we are wisdom gleaning.

Declaring something is a fact,

There’s not much one can add to that.

Yet if it is of Truth we speak,

We join the mystic on his peak

To see the world with magic eyes,

In every moment a surprise.

The past holds many wonders, true,

But Spirit longs to speak to you.

Here and now, the everyday,

If handled in another way,

Can fast become miraculous

If we let Christ enlighten us.

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