Take Heart, Beloved

a conversation in early morning silence

Into the dark 
early morning Silence 
a question was whispered 
from a mind and heart
disquieted by all that is amiss 
and askew in the world. 
Most notably it seems,
among those who claim 
to live under the banner 
of the Name of Christ. 

Those whose response 
to the world’s present trials
might be expected 
to be one of great 
compassion for the sick,
suffering, and struggling.
For the dying and grieving,
the lonely and needy. 

What degree of distortion, 
and how twisted its origins, 
that so many would forget 
their own Tradition’s essentiality 
and deep centrality of kneeling before
a helpless Newborn King.
A Silent Lamb. 
A Crucified God.
The Ultimate Solidarity. 


All this swirling within the question.
This undoing of Reality.
This malevolent makeover of Deity. 
Into the dark 
early morning Silence 
a question was whispered 
to the One beyond all manipulation 
and misarticulation. 

Are You Real?

Because the forgery 
has become so bold
and the lies are now 
so easily told 
that the True Image 
and Word can only be
seen and heard 
in refusing what is being
outwardly presented.
To search afresh within 
the Heart 
the Quiet
the Dark.

The Answer arrives 
behind still sleepy eyelids.
One Gentle Spark
expanding to the Fullness 
of the Sun of Suns.

Three times.

Bright Beyond Imagining.
Entirely Encompassing.
Exquisitely Tender in Its Warmth.

This, the True Sun of Righteousness.
Not in booming voice 
of politician or preacher,
but in the Newborn’s wordless cries.
In the Lamb’s trusting eyes.
In the Victim’s gift of pardon. 

Divesting, disarming.

The Sun of Eternal Light, 
Everlasting Life,
and Unfailing Love 
answers~

Take heart, Beloved, I Am Real.

It has been the pattern since opening this space that I have posted a new piece of writing every Saturday, and something from the archives on Tuesday. Although I have written something new this week, the above piece, written a few years ago, has insistently prodded me to post it today. 
In my soul at least, it feels like an apt moment. 
Deep Peace and Gentlest Blessings,
~Cheryl Anne