Friday, October 26, 2012

Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm
Song of Songs 8:6

As we honor the triduum of All Hollow's Eve, All Saints and All Souls. this song from Elizabeth Cunningham, one of my favorite authors and songwriters (you can buy the music below):


13. Resurrection Song
from The Passion of Mary Magdalen

Set me like a seal on your heart,
like a seal on your arm.
For love is strong as death,
passion as relentless as Sheol.
The flash of love is a flash of fire
a flame of Yahweh himself.
Love no flood can quench
no torrents drown.

For the river that flows from my heart is a flame
that will carry me over the seas
and I will unbind you from the tree
from the tamarisk tree and the oak
yes I will unbind you from the tree
the bare tree and the leafless one.

For love is as strong as death
passion relentless as Sheol.

No flood can quench my love
For I am the queen of all rivers
who makes the waters rise and recede
and I will seek you among the reeds
I will find you forever.

For mine is the power to remember
and I will re-member you.

I will kiss you with the kisses of my mouth
I will fill you with the breath of life.

Set me as a seal on your heart
like a seal on your arm
For love is as strong as death
passion as relentless as Sheol.
The flash of love is the flash of your fire
and you shall rise with the sun.

From Elizabeth Cunningham:
www.elizabethcunninghamwrites.com
CD Baby Resurrection Song from The Passion of Mary Magdalen
http://ElizabethandMaeve@blogspot.com





Friday, October 19, 2012

Traveling toward Sanhein

we start the first of the Sanhein fires tonight at Hazelbrand with our guest, Barbara from the Sanctuary of 7Seven Good Days.

For the Traveler

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes  you
into a world you were never in.

new strangers on other paths await.
new places that have never seen  you
will startle a little at your entry.
old places that new you well
will pretend nothing
changed since your last visit.

when you travel, you find yourself
alone in a different way,
more attentive now
to the self you bring along,
your more subtle eye watching
you abroad; and how what meets you
touches that part of the heart
that lies low at home....

poem by John O'Donohue