Fountain of life

Wherever I go, there You are –

pulsing inside me, a Crystal Fountain of Life,

springing from the depths of my soul –

increasingly overflowing Your love into the world.

The more I let go of myself and

welcome Your Pristine Spirit,

the more courageously I walk through fire

and the less I’m burned.

I thank You and praise You for Your Glory, Lord –

I promise to always invite You into my heart through prayer,

and I look forward to infinitely more adventures together.

 

Related Scripture

Isiah 43: 2 “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.”

Embracing my calling as a writer and mystic

It’s amazing the way God plants seeds of our destiny in us that we don’t fully understand until years later.

When I was 16, I developed a random interest in Emily Dickinson, and I received a book of her poetry for my birthday. I was drawn to it and liked the feeling I had when I read some of her poems, but I never fully understood most of them.

When I did my senior seminar thesis on her in college, I gained a somewhat deeper understanding of the mystical dimension of her work, but I still found it mysterious and struggled to make sense of her words intellectually.

Now that I finally realize God created me to be a mystic and writer, I understand that He spoke to me through her poetry, calling to a deeper part of myself that was longing for the mystical consciousness she conveyed through her words.

Her work called to the depths of my soul and awakened part of God’s plan for my life.  Even her lifestyle choice of solitude (that I didn’t understand *at all* as a teenager with a pretty active social life) called to my own deep need for space to contemplate, which has become increasingly important to me as I grow deeper in my spiritual connection.

Now that I’ve spent years following the Lord into prayerful contemplation as often as possible, I can more deeply understand the contrast between the soulful joy of authenticity and the superficial pleasure of praise that motivated Emily to write these famous words:

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish — you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one’s name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Like Emily, I am SO grateful to be “nobody” and delighted when I meet others, who are kindred spirits in that regard. I  express similar sentiments in this poem called “Embracing Ordinary”.

Now that I’ve been practicing contemplative prayer for many years, I have experienced the paradoxical mystical richness of solitude Emily describes in this poem:

There is another loneliness
That many die without,
Not want or friend occasions it,
Or circumstances or lot.

But nature sometimes, sometimes thought,
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be divulged
By mortal numeral.

Like Emily, I have a sacred, achy, almost sad “loneliness” in my heart that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world because it’s mixed with a mystical almost magical love for and connection to the Holy Spirit that keeps drawing me deeper into God’s mysteries. I wrote this poem called “definition of faith” to express that exact paradoxical reality.

Lately I am truly amazed at how God is bringing me full circle into my calling as a writer, a mother, a mystic, a prayer warrior and a peacemaker. I hope my words can help draw others to the Light of Christ. Please pray for me to follow Him always and light the spiritual path for others!

Do you know what your calling is? What dreams has God planted in your heart? Comment below, and I’ll pray for you to persevere through the peaks and valleys of following God’s plan  your life!  

 

A mystic’s prayer

I love sneaking away from the crowd to find a quiet place,

where I can gaze at the moon or lose myself

in a love letter,

delivered by ripples of light on the tide.

I love the gentle connection between water and land,

as each wave of Deep Blue Divine finds a way to splash uniquely onto earth.

I will never get tired of listening and waiting for Your messages in prayer, Lord.

Thank You for letting me sense Your presence in the beauty of nature.

Thank You for drawing me  into awareness of Your gorgeous light all around me.

Help me learn to trust that You made me this way for a reason, Lord.

Give me the grace to open up to an even deeper connection with Your love

and power that shapes the world.

Transform me into one of Your beautiful creations –

that points always to Your glory like the stars.

Amen.

whenyoureindarknesspoem

Mystical love story

The first encounter feels like a helium balloon of love,

floating us gently to new heights of peace and sweetness we’d never fathomed.

Sooner or later,

atmospheric pressure pops this bubble of perfection,

and gravity spirals us back down to the reality of earth,

where purgation starts like a strenuous climb.

A gift freely given must now be fought for

with everything we’ve got.

Really, we’re the lucky ones, who’ve even had a sense of it –

Mystical memory is etched deep in our souls,

illuminating our path and spurring us on.

The journey is arduous, but the destination calls us forth.

I’m here to tell you:

This is how you become capable of greater love.

I’m here to encourage you:

Angels accompany you through every trial.

I’m here to remind you:

The Glory of God is worthy of your effort.