There is a richness of vision which grows
as the heart softens, as the mind opens.
“Grow into a better vision,” God seems to say,
“And…play in it!”
The man stood like a flame of God,
His eyes clear with the clarity
of His own Spirit.
God shone through!
Everybody saw it,
(though not all believed,
even then in the light.)
Still, grace and truth flooded out!
“Where the Spirit of the Lord is
is spontaneity of outflow.”
So said St. Paul,
though translators missed the implications.
“And Wisdom played in the earth,” was an old Jewish proverb.
Here wisdom stood as a full and free man:
He shone with the light that births and becomes
and bore His freedom like a lover should.
His words were to the souls and the spirit
of the people
when He worked to illuminate the people,
but when He was alone
(I believe this in my heart),
He bellowed his words, and roared His words,
and rang and sang His words,
soaring them out to touch the stars,
until they fell back down like rain
to swallow up animals in the wilderness
with rich, honeyed light.
He spoke in the night to the fish of the darkened sea,
and their scales glistened with His voice.
Glimmering fish sang silently His silvery words
in morning’s first light
as they were gathered into nets.
And their words to the fishermen were,
“Sons of men, you are loved!”
Even as the fish were gutted
and thrown roughly on the decks,
the light of His voice still shown
through their pearl-like eyes.
Everything was then a flaming word of this man’s Word
in a richness of vision which grew
as hearts softened, and minds opened.
And for those who could see it,
for a brief season,
all common things…
shouted and danced!
*The amazing image is by Bill Brouard
I highly recommend his visionary artwork. He is way up there.
The poem hopefully speaks for itself. I’m writing a story in two novels that re-imagines the life of Jesus bringing in elements I deeply believe are vital for a spirituality mankind can build wholeness and health on: one that includes the divine masculine and feminine creative dynamic and sacred sexuality. The old religions have brought us so far, but they need to grow, to transform, to fill out, to become more accessible and full of beauty that wins our hearts to wake up from the spell of isolation from the Whole. This is what Christ did in his time. Wouldn’t he do it in ours?*