Eyes for Eternity

Draw me in your footsteps, let us run together. – Song of Songs 1:4

In humble majesty, the virgin queen awaits.  Her patient longing sees the future's break.  Adorned by golden constellations draped on flowered dress.  The fragrances of rose and incense gather with her as expectant scents.  Joy drips down her cheeks, to give a salty kiss on Aztec lips.  Her beauty's radiation in the night incarnates 'hope in light'.  The stars reach out to meet her glance; to see themselves in golden eyes' reflect.  Blood and fire beat a passioned rhythm.  Vibrant breaths bring heaven spiraling deep into her chest.  Boldly she anticipates - her consciousness a razor edge to tread.  A wise and holy husband guards her peace.  Spiritual Goliath that he is, tempered to perfection in the fire.  He symphonizes: sword of courage, shield of wisdom, plate of justice, 'play'.  Together they ponder the turnings of Love and silently share the thoughts of the other.  Their minds, and eyes, and souls are knit, meeting in a secret smile release.  On their wind a gust must carrying Song of Songs.  Their contemplation is cacophonous.  Awe does fall into the depth and miracle of Art, creation they are blessed to witness. The birth of their son.  Born not naturally, but now, again, above.  Nurtured him so carefully they did, giving all their energy to him.  Stood beside him through each cell-division, mentored every ego-death, waiting for his heart to land, longing for his ultimate arrival, larger, stronger.  All are hers but only one she sees; the first-born Son is He that temples me.  By the mystic union now presides the Father over pregnancy's derived, in that same Incarnation into time.  Angel lines of shine and saints in chant crowd around the advent of advance.  The Holy Family in stance at final passage, knights him Man, inaugurates the mission.  Conceived by covenant, the 'yes' of faith, consummated in the union, Truth with Love, this child, dead once, now, has been refashioned in the Arc.  And there he rests, in the water of the Church’s womb, nourished by the blood of the Mother of God, waiting to be born to his vocation...

“Show me, Lord, your way so that I may walk in your truth.  Guide my heart to fear your name.  I will praise you, Lord my God, with all my heart and glorify your name for ever; for your love to me has been great: you have saved me from the depths of the grave.”
– Psalm 86