Offering

with exaggerated care

I unclasp my hands

and offer them

palm up, outstretched

 

the dove thus released

soars off

it feathers the dawn

liberated

 

my left hand raises

finger to thumb

the mudra perfect

release the seal

 

emanate that jewel

perfected

in the lotus womb

scented

 

the radiant flow

of compassion

nurtured

in unconditional heart

 

Om mane padme hum

I offer you

Om mane padme hum

Om mane padme hum

Sanctus

He was wounded by our transgressions and crushed for our inequities; by His wounds were we healed.

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Those that live by the sword

Die by the sword

 

In these hands I hold

The dove

Of human kind-ness

 

I kiss her

Behind the ear

And whisper

Sweet nothing

In her ear

 

Now bearing the infinite

I set her free

 

To seek

 And

 …….. to find

 

In the whip and the nail

Of my Passion

And the silence

That would not

To speak

 

For to sully

The silence

With the earth bound

Sound

 

Of words

 Touches not

 

And they know not

What they do

 

For the spoke

Of it

Unwinds

 

And to Caesar

Must I go….

 

For the hands

Of it are washed

 

Yet the clean

Is yet to seen

 

Sanctus

 Sanctus

 Dominus

 

Into your hands

I commend my spirit

 

And so with it

As you will

 

For your will

And NOT

Mine

Be done

This day

 

THAT which

Comes from

Above

Now

 

Now be done

 And I will

 I will

 Bring

 The sword

 

Of MY truth

To bear

 

For my arm

Is rested

 And

 Now ready

 

In the darkest

Tomb

I have wandered

 

And now found

 It

 It

 Begins