The First Ecstasy

imagesmarystatueface (1)“Let it be done unto me.” O Mother how your words changed faith to hope. What was it like Mother? To be overshadowed, completely enveloped in the embrace of the Trinity? Reveal to me Mary the warmth and the light that captured you in ecstasy between creature and Creator! Who, but a favored soul, determined before all time, could stand in the rapture of pure love of indescribable joy? To know that your humility would impart innocent flesh to God’s perfect sacrifice requiring perfect love. What was it like to witness the Trinity transfigured about you while infused with the knowledge to hold this moment close to your heart. Still, for those eyes undimmed by doubt, your immaculate heart can be seen like John beholding the Lamb of God for the very first time. Just as it was with Simeon and Anna, the prophetess, who recognized the consolation of Israel when the infant Savior was brought to the temple. Yet it was Simeon who saw your heart, the favored one beating in tandem with the Holy One of Israel. Two hearts, the sacred and the immaculate inexplicably bound, synchronized in love. Foreseeing the very sword that pierced your Holy Son would forever martyr your immaculate one so your thoughts could be revealed to the generations that call you blessed. Hastened by irresistible charity to assist your once-barren cousin at the sixth month of her anointed pregnancy, it was not only Elizabeth that recognized the approach of your favored heart, but her unborn John who leapt at the tandem heartbeats of humility and promise proceeded by the Spirit’s warmth. Just as John the Baptist was pre-elected by the Father to clear a path for His Begotten, Mother, you were deemed ever more so. Simeon and Anna both envisioned the contradiction that you carried, one that would cause the rise and fall of many men. It seemed apropos and justly ironic that your fiat of blind trust to carry this world’s redeemer, for which no hospitality was offered in time of delivery, that you therefore accepted without hesitation in the ark of your favored womb. How you now reveal the wonders of your favor Mother, that transform the Ark of the Covenant with your sacred flesh anointed before time began. How two cherubim surely overlooked your every step preventing any man’s touch to corrupt what God had made holy and perfect. For it was not only your flesh that you imparted to the Begotten in perfect harmony with the Spirit but also your humility that the Father favored you to share.
To have this revealed in words is surely but a shadow… but to live through is pure ecstasy. I can now only surmise the moments of ‘ecstasy’ described in other lives following your God-man’s footsteps are but a tearful glimpse of the moment you and the Trinity joined as One.
Bless you Mother.

His,
Chris

Get Dusty!

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Love conquers as it crumbles

For every broken hope,
For those outside looking in,
For what the pure see
And the poor unknowingly wait,
A Way begins to break through.

Bit by bit,
Love conquers as its crumbles.
Like temple stones slipping loose,
Falling, one atop another,
Revealing, what we disregard.
Amidst the cloud of crashing stone,
A Dust Covenant takes shape,
Like salve for beaten hope,
A key for the city’s stranger,
Cleansing for all hearts,
As the poor’s Perfect comes.

He is the Keeper,
He holds all,
For He is all.
Yet, to gather the small,
He becomes small.
Forgettable, meek, and poor,
Doubted and scandalized,
Dirty and dusty,
Scourged and crucified,
He offers The All,
To reclaim the small.

As the dust settles,
Something emerges,
Deep within the small.
A New Temple,
An unseen Kingdom,
A forgotten Way.
As Law gives way to Grace and Peace,
An Image taken granted,
Finally chooses Likeness.

The flightless find wings,
The blind now see,
The poor heirs to a throne,
Whose reign is everlasting to everlasting.

For the Breath He promised,
Is the very air of mercy.
Abandoned stones of crumbled Love,
Find new mortar in faith and hope.
Unseen except by the pure,
Are the flowers that sing,
And rocks that cry out,
The dimension of color,
And the Word of joy unspeakable.

Choose The Life.

By Chris Clody
4/23/16