Note: Ann’s poem is first; Celia’s post follows.
From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
The Word became flesh
once upon a time once before time once in time
each time a child is born a gift is given.
And upon their shoulders rests the imprint of the One
whose Word makes all flesh to become.
Flesh becomes Word becomes Verb Word
saying ‘Let there be’
and there is
as night follows day and dawn follows darkness,
dappling creation with new language.
Be becomes all Words–
creating nouns and expletives,
pronouns and correlatives,
assumes the burden of unanswered questions
and declaratives yet undeclared.
Flesh becomes Active Verb–
transforming the great I AM into nominative–
posturing as transitive
whose unknown object
completes the diagram
forming a sphere.
From Celia’s Images in a Reflecting Pool
Many years ago I was in a frame of mind in which unlimited possibilities seemed open to me. The salient aspect of this period of time was that I was living with an attitude filled with love. In making decisions, invariably I would come to a fork in the road. It seemed that I could choose either way ahead and—this the questionable part—that either would be equally “OK”—just different ways to work out my destiny.
Maybe we really do live in a safe universe when we are at home in Love.
Reality offers what I really want–the prayer of the heart. (A Course in Miracles, M-21.1:3-4)
Sometimes the unconscious guides us to a certain familiar pathway as a warning. If I find myself gazing vacantly out a window and fantasizing about the future, the future that I see may eventually lead to difficulty, but it will always hold much joy.