Christ Birthing Forever

Fourth Wednesday of Advent

If You Want

If
you want,
the Virgin will come walking down the road
pregnant with the holy,
and say…
“I need shelter for the night, please take me inside your heart,
My time is so close.”
Then, under the roof of your soul, you will witness the sublime
intimacy, the divine, the Christ
taking birth
forever,
as she grasps your hand for help, for each of us
is the midwife of God, each of us.
Yes, there, under the dome of your being does Creation
come into existence eternally, through your woman, dear pilgrim –
the sacred womb of your soul,
As God grasps our arm for help’ for each of us is
His beloved servant
never far.
If you want, the Virgin will come walking
Down the street pregnant
With light and
…sing. 

-St. John of the Cross from Love Poems to God translated by Daniel Ladinsky




How is it our souls can proclaim the greatness of God? Mother Mary yielding all as divinity stitched closed in the dark looping chains the sinews of flesh; the miraculous and power of God coming to save us through the clandestine womb of grace.  What are we in the mind of God?  He loves us to the point of a bloody death, of the forsaken.  He knew us before we were in our canals of dark passage into the world; a passage of joy and terrible suffering.

Mother Mary is singing on her Advent way through the incomprehensible and revolutionary coming of God, spinning quark by quark in the spheres of nothing, speaking everything into being. Our Blessed Mother needing shelter by the hearths of our hearts:  needing our hands to receive the Holy of holies into the realms of our lives. Proclaiming His greatness by giving thanks in the molecules of moments for the gifts we are steeping within; for the unfurling our hands to eternity and the Host of His presence.  Proclaiming Him by becoming servants unto the countless deaths of the strongholds of self.  Our infinitesimal singing the greatness of Our Lord and God in spectrums of light we cannot see but become blind by; grasping through the fog of our fallen darkness for our Mother and her Son; our salvation and divine inheritance. May that we all become midwives of Christ birthing forever on this globe of time; the pulsing sanctuaries in the orbits of our hearts.