Verses for pilgrims and prophets

Long, I wandered, exiled from my Lord's table.
Pride-stricken, heart-locked, I stood alone.
Thought-wise, but not, I sang false truths.
Eyes raised, star-drunk, I pondered the depths,
but found only me.

The soul-deep opened, devouring me whole,
and I was lost in a cave of twisting shadows,
a self-made prison for my self-made self.
I craved reunion but, heart-sealed,
I fell, again and again, into soul-bleak depths.

In the darkness of my soul, I found a lotus bud,
a glimmer of light in the shadows.
I tilled the darkness into rich earth,
watered by my soul-stricken tears.
A one-flower garden, treasured above all else.

My soul-hungry eyes reached across the abyss,
looking for anything but myself,
and found it studded with gleaming jewels.
I laughed at my folly, seeing the truth
of my soul in the constellation.

Soul-seared and heart-weary,
I found peace in the shade,
sheltered under loving wings.
Sweet, healing breath restored me,
whispered from beyond.

Eyes restored, I cried, "I see you!".
Heart-drenched, my soul filled
with the healing waters of life.
Crowning the waters, rooted in wet muck,
the white lotus bloomed in light.

The Lord's chorus sang with joy.
I was shown the end when love prevails, and
flowers of every hue fill the garden
with their soul-sweet scent:
my white lotus among them.

Lovingly nudged, I followed the golden thread,
to my heart-home at the water's mouth.
There, washed in the sacred waters,
the light of the world dyed my soul in every hue.
Home, at last, an exile no more.

Praise be to you, Eternal Light,
who reigns enthroned in heaven above.
Ready to humbly serve, your radiant knight,
you illuminate my eyes with love.

The sword of your Word in hand,
your righteousness encasing my breast,
with the shield of faith I make my stand.
Waist girded by truth, I face the test.

May my feet bear your good news readily,
may your breath blow me where it will,
for your peace dawns in me steadily,
and makes the depths within me still.

Lord of Light, lead me to the weak,
and extend to them your faithful shield.
Give me words of power to speak,
when I face the evil one in the field.

You alone are my highest calling,
who holds all things together,
and catches me when I'm falling.
Through you, I can endure all weather.

When under the shadow of death,
I search the darkness for Your light.
I long for the healing kiss of Your breath,
that renews my heart by Your might.

Enlighten my eyes with grace,
to see my neighbours like You do.
Lift Your countenance upon my face,
so they might see You in me too.

I pour out my soul to you, Lord,
who gives me life anew.
Loving you is its own reward,
it sweetens all I do.

Take my sin and clear it,
freeing me by your might.
Fill me with your Spirit,
God of Love, man of light.

I pour out my soul to you, Lord,
who gives me life anew.
Loving you is its own reward,
it sweetens all I do.

Upon my head, your mark,
your holy light is mine.
I won't succumb to dark,
In me, Your light will shine.

I pour out my soul to you, Lord,
who gives me life anew.
Loving you is its own reward,
it sweetens all I do.

By holy Word I fight,
so more may be reborn.
I am a child of light,
who sings now of the dawn.

I pour out my soul to you, Lord,
who gives me life anew.
Loving you is its own reward,
it sweetens all I do.

My heart sings of your love,
a love deep and intense.
Hands of praise held above,
fill gold bowls with incense.

I pour out my soul to you, Lord,
who gives me life anew.
Loving you is its own reward,
it sweetens all I do.

For love, in love, He made you.
Fearfully and wonderfully made you are.
Accept His love, there's nothing else to do.
From saving blood, you can never fall too far.

Turn to the Father of the Son,
Who has made you His by adoption.
There's no other choice when all is done,
than to shower the Lamb with devotion.

Since before the beginning of time,
He's had you in His holy mind.
The Word plotted out your soul's climb,
from beginning to end, Him to find.

Answer the call of the bridegroom,
the lover of your soul.
The promise of an empty tomb,
the only truth to make you whole.

His eternal plan includes you.
He knows every hair on your head,
and only His plan for you rings true.
Come to the table, eat His bread.

In Him alone will you find Salvation,
in a garden of flowers of every hue,
people of all kinds, from every nation,
glorifying God in all they do.

All of My creatures have My breath,
for My children I conquered death.
I created the stars and the Sun,
so you'd find Me in every one.

The blind shall see, the deaf shall hear,
if you're poor in spirit, draw near.
From my Throne, upon the leaven,
My Mercy pours down from heaven.

There's no ending My love for you,
take My yoke, that's all you must do.
I'll show you the way of My Blood,
a spring welling up to a flood.

Mountains and valleys sing My praise,
join their song till the end of days.
All the saints lift up their chorus,
and choirs of angels adore us.

Join the heavenly family,
love forever, undyingly.
Add your petals to My garden,
join the throngs who sought My pardon.

Upon My Mountain, royal feast,
All invited, from most to least.
Answer My call and know My love,
return to My Father above.

There in heavenly light We dwell,
and serpent foe of Eve do quell.
Peace now shall reign, forever more,
come to God's Lamb and adore.

Meet me at the table, my Lord,
let me feast on You, bread and wine.
Treasures too great, me to afford,
Yet in love, You call me to dine.

I lack, You give in abundance,
Your gifts too many to number.
Truly, I receive Your substance,
and awake from my soul's slumber.

Sufficient grace, power made perfect
in weakness of spirit and flesh,
dawning deeper than the intellect,
pouring out living water afresh.

Deep calls unto deep, You to me,
as Your Spirit fills my being.
You give me my reason to be,
and a whole new way of seeing.

An exile no more, communion
calls me home, by a golden thread.
My weary soul craved reunion,
and here You raise me from the dead.

Made above, to steward all creatures,
sapience, wisdom, your Image our features.
Self-aware and open always to You,
no Temple curtain, divinity in view.

Man and woman, made for communion,
mutual self-gift in perfect union.
Complementary halves of supplementary whole,
a crowning addendum in our regal role.

Naked in the beginning, without shame,
innocent and transparent, life before blame.
Your image reflected in us, Creation made holy,
we were unadorned, yet imaged You solely.

Darkness whispered, innocence was lost,
Man and woman, now ashamed, paid the cost.
Shame entered our experience for the first,
misplaced affections became our sinful thirst.

Our bodies remained good but broken,
marred images remembered the love first spoken.
An inclination to sin found in concupiscence,
yet still our prayers climb to God like incense.

All creation cries out for a Saviour,
and His love for us never did waver,
through mountain and valley He remained true,
waiting for the day He'd make all things new.

For glory our bodies are destined,
God's will now fulfilled, once questioned.
Even in the throes of sexual union,
we find signs of the ultimate communion.

Man and woman joined in sacramental sign,
in God's plan, heaven and earth align.
Some choose to give themselves to God alone,
both self-giving love for the Lamb's throne.

He appeared in locked rooms, to hundreds at a time,
whatever the mystery, our new bodies will be sublime.
A garden of many flowers, each lending their sweet scent,
by grace, our new bodies too will go where the Son went.

I have a rose bower
where the flowers always bloom,
The sweet scent calls me home.

There, I bask in majesty,
His head is crowned in light.
The silence of friends between us,
or a gentle whisper under birdsong.

We sit and enjoy the company,
He laughs as soft as new snow,
as we reminisce over missed
callings.

Once love drunk, now I quietly sit
under rose perfume, looking fondly
into the endless depths of sweet,
sunlit eyes.

I have a rose bower
where the flowers always bloom.
The sweet scent calls me home.

I am your Queen of Heaven,
let me reign over your body, soul, and spirit,
servant of my King of Kings.

I am your Blessed Mother,
let me love you with my immaculate heart,
acolyte of my High Priest in Heaven.

I am your Ark of the Covenant,
let me birth my beloved Son in your heart,
hallowed vessel of myWord of God.

I am your Comfort of the Afflicted,
let me heal you from within your inner being,
consecrated dove of my Prince of Peace.

I am your Gate of the Dawn,
let me illuminate you with my Son's Divine Mercy,
little lamp of my Light of the World.

I am your Refuge of Sinners,
let me shelter you under my loving mantle,
lost lamb of my Good Shepherd.

I am your Holy Virgin,
let my Son's Precious Blood perfect you in purity,
spotless bride of myLamb of God.