Crucible of The Heart
What beauty is born in the crucible of the heart?
Those moments of despair that seem to crunch the
very life out of me, yet in their wake, leave golden
blessings, fragile in their being, singing
with grace and purity, knowing the way into
the worlds of God, come always with great sacrifice.
Yet Soul cares nothing for the cost; it gladly pays
the bill for services rendered, surrendering all
to fulfill the requirements demanded of Soul.
Moving closer to God Consciousness,
the heights, the depths, the all encompassing
presence that kisses the heart, the painful
touch scars the tender heart with its searing
love, and no matter what comes, Soul cries out,
“Whatever it takes, take it all, leave nothing of me
for I am nothing without God’s Breath
breathing life within me, I am undone, I am
ecstatic, for contentment fills me with
nothing left to lose.”
Lost is a place I found
long ago and far away, in silent dreams between
lifetimes spent at the edge of eternity
with longing so deep the pain seemed more
than Soul could bear, yet somehow I did survive,
sometimes it seemed, barely hanging by a thread.
Then a brief remembrance would stir deep inside,
an awakening, yes, a land of golden, silent secrets
whispering light and sound, calling Soul to
catch the gift waves, to ride into the light
shining beyond the borders of heaven.
So when forces combine to batter me,
I am strong, in my weakness, I go down on bended knees,
yet I do not waver in this testing, this challenge to
stay on the razor's edge of consciousness,
for it is life itself
and I dare to immerse myself in Love forever.
At times the tests are so hard they wring the
tears out of my heart, rending an anguished cry,
Help me God, Help me...I can't do this on my own.
Only Holy Spirit moves me in ways
unknown, yet with complete trust I am moved
by the wind from the mountain of God,
surrendered, unresisting the battering ram,
so when times come to stretch me thin,
I am gentled by an accepting heart, born to
love all life, no matter what.
I came back this lifetime to earn Mastership,
no pussy footing around, no wimping out.
I embrace the crucible of the heart
as I become a greater student of Life
step by step, moment by moment,
For the ways of Spirit are ancient, yet
new to me, forever easy to remember,
so hard forgetting.
Beauty speaks its creative likeness into
Soul desiring nothing, just to love and honor
its Truth, with effortless effort, for it just is.
Soul, just IS the seed of God,
planted in the heart, taking root
with conscious awareness of Its Divinity.
For Soul to give all that it has to give, and then, more,
practicing the discipline of Love.
Strengthening Soul's capacity to meet the
ever increasing demands Spirit makes of Soul
in the moment,
this is all there is,
for the moment is now and now
is the eternal nature of Soul.
I am joyful and grateful for all opportunities given me,
to make great or small offerings, to say thank you
with love to Spirit for this precious lifetime of service.
I find the deepest of love softly breathing
within the crucible of the heart.....