Homo Sanctus Sanctus
When the well sinks into the deep, and
The songs ring flat. When colors fade
To ice and snow. When the sun sets too fast.
And sleep is needed just to breathe.
When good tidings weep without solace, and
The strains of Noel are but tearful whispers.
No one can hold these holy notes alone.
You alone should not bear the burden of
Dust to dust. This is sacred work,
To restore your Being, to evoke your Soul,
Despite the tangle of muddle in the mundane, where
Your disquieted mind diverts you from
Your path. As you flounder, may we be of service.
May we be the weavers drawing your threads into
The tapestry of grace. May we be the space holders
Bearing up your sorrow for
Transmutation on this bridge of Light,
Offering the way for us all to thrive.
We are harmony, interwoven by cords.
Our affinity reverberates in the geometry
Of the cosmos. We are one on this journey
Infinatum. Onward. Onward.
Onward. Still, a foundation can crumble,
Spinning us Homo sapiens sapiens
Into a deathless chasm and endless
Drowning in shadows. Without you,
The compass is not viable. Without you,
We agonize. Remember who you are.
Your song resounds in Excelsis Deo.
You are the hymn, echoing light and love.
Eros el mago. You are the mystery, the magician,
Creating sacred alchemy though the effort
Can be painstaking and insufferable,
Full of fear and regret, guilt and shame.
As biography begets biology into bloody
Mayhem, you can recast this malaise,
Gradually interlacing it to the Light.
You are the cosmos, made of filaments
Of nebula, and the framework of planets,
You are spiraling brightly in helical orbits
Divinely connected to the web of life.
The macrocosm is your microcosm.
There is nothing wretched in the Holy.
You are the blessed child entering the castle and
Feasting on the ambrosia of bliss
And joy. We need you. We so need you.
We cannot uphold this firmament without you
If we lose our hold. Eros el curador of debility,
Desperation, and despair. Your grace is a baptism.
A holy communion of purifying fire
Igniting soul out of ash. May you bolster us and
Redeem us, our healer, Homo sanctus sanctus.
Notes if needed…
*”Eros el mago” in Spanish means “You are the magician.”
*”Eros el curator” in Spanish means “You are the healer.”
*”sanctus” is Latin for “holy” or “sacred”
Carolyn Myss teaches the our biography creates our biology. This simply means that how we live affects how we thrive as a biological life form.
In the book The Gene Keys Unlocking the Higher Purpose of Your DNA, Richard Rudd uses the term Homo Sanctus, which I found inspiring.
Nick Seneca Jankel reports of a serendipitous experience in which he was approached by a stranger in India who said, “Eros el Mago” to him. This experience helped ignite an awakening. (Coast to Coast AM, 12/12/2018).
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: Orion Nebula from Pixabay (I chose this image because it depicts a web and a bridge.)