Peering into the Hues and Words of Her Blue Womb:

"They Have No Wine"
John 2:1-12

Was Jesus’ 30-year
hidden life an extension of the
nine months in His
mother Mary’s womb,
whereby in the anonymity and
seclusion and safety of
Nazareth, He was
nourished and shaped
and formed as by a potter’s
wheel…? Until at the
Wedding Feast of Cana
He was once again born, and
due to His mother’s
persistence and insistence,
His ministry like the
infinite folds of hydrangea was
unfurled – and the
Incarnate Word became
water into finest
wine, His spiritual
realm finally revealed.

Emptying

(John 2:1-11)

At the Wedding Feast of
Cana I am, traversing there in my
mind, watching, observing
all the joyous people, no longer
limited by space and time,
lingering in the background
at the periphery of all the guests,
not hoping for my stone
water jar to be filled, but rather
the intercession of the
Blessed Mother with her Son,
to have the vessel be
emptied of its useless fear
and despair.

Saving Mercy

O Lord, “create in me
a clean heart” and wash the soiled
memories and reasonings
from the murals to which I cling.^*
“Leadeth me beside the
still waters,” wherefrom Your Love can
bathe my soul in Beauty.^**
O Lord, “create in me
a clean heart,” and I, in surety, can in
Your sheepfold rest in peace,
dipping my gourd into
Your living spring, eternally
slaking what before
could not be relieved.^***

Fences

Some people build fences
to keep others out,
while others build fences
to keep themselves in.
All that can be done is to
gently place a gift
at their gate, and hope
somehow it is seen, as
through pretty, pastel curtains
they discreetly peek…

On the Shore

(Ode to Mary Magdalene)

Unfurl your heart,
dear woman, and across the
Sea of Galilee to the other
side set your sail.
There, on the far shore,
awaits you the Lord, dressed in His
garments of dazzling white,
Gethsemane defeated,
and gone forever the drops
of blood in fear of
Golgotha’s nails.