Blood red moon pales to fill the chalice
Reflecting ties that bind our history
Through ancient tales maintaining malice
Drops of ever deepening mystery
Within Celtic scroll we keep our story
Unable to mask this beauty contained
This light we hold, this simple glory
We view ourselves in life maintained
With softer hearts our souls can mingle
For love more worthy and still true
Through gracious arts we let them linger
You in me and I in you
Sometimes poems write themselves, and often when this happens, I'm lucky if I understand them. This is one of those times and I'll likely be pondering its implications for a while.
What I do know, is that it's a reflection of my own journey into a deepening understanding of Celtic religious influences and how they resonate with me. It was inspired by a mandala that I was coloring in church this morning while pondering the topic of "What new thing is God doing in your life?" The irony is that the old is new again for me. I'm delving into more ancient and traditional paths to God, particularly through contemplative methods.
Still, my answer to the question is fairly simple: to love more fully and more truly. There have been a lot of changes in me recently, thanks to me delving into these roots and how the things I've been learning affect my relationship to the people in my life and the world around me, as well as to the God who is in and through all.
This is a road I'll be traveling for a while, and I welcome any and all companions who want to risk this trip with me in grace & love.