“When At Last Our Exile Here Is Ended”

I will see Your Face iridescent and splendid
And joy before now unfelt unheard
Stirs the ashes and dust of souls long interred

When at last the spell of time is broken
And seamless we are and never were nor will be
Rejoice – the perpetual Jubilee

When at last the voice of Cassandra is heeded
And Hera laughs last who cried most
“And the greatest of these is Love,” She wrote

“When at last our exile here is ended”
And the river flows to the ends of the earth
We will travel across – on wings transplendent

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Immaculata

Immaculata, full of grace
Obedience is a softer shade
Courage is the reason why
Never let them see you cry

If you follow her down darker streets
From nightmares you will shrink and shudder
And meet bitter heartache before now unheard
Devotion is a loaded word

Immaculate woman, save the day
Mercy is your sword
Pierce the core of every heart
Gather all exiles along the way

The Good Samaritan

The song is simple and it rhymes
Two verses and you’re done
God and Neighbor, balance these
Black or white, blue or bright crimson

There is one caveat
A stumbling so they say
Your neighbor is your enemy
Ponder that on Judgement Day

The innkeeper will tell you
To his amazement and disbelief
The narrow path to eternal life –
Wear your heart upon your sleeve

Fool’s Gold

She is the sun, she is the moon
She is the pawn, Pandora
The stars reflect her radiance
She directs the rain and thunder

Redemption courses through her blood
The crow is her protector
The blackbird and the raven
Spiral round her golden scepter

Who would be her lover?
She cradles her tattered heart in the night
All, yet none, will call her mother
Her sorrow is her heart’s delight

Her true love did relinquish her –
A gesture to her eternal maidenhood
Though she is strong and tall and bold
There she remains – his fool’s gold

She is

She is the one who bakes the bread
Pours the wine
Cleans the wound
Essential as fresh water
One day she will
Stand at the altar

She is the first miracle
The bearer of Good News
The source of every parable
Misunderstood
She chooses to stand aside
Not for lack of sheer mobility
But in perfect, austere humility

She chooses when she will appear
To whom
And what she will relay
She opens the window
When she is so inclined
Acquitting each soul gone astray

While I Am discloses in flames
She is what her title proclaims
Not the follower, but the guide
Second to none
The Mother of God