Passion and Grace

Passion and Grace...
a conflagration that touches the listless and dying, searing the despair and hopelessness from human forms...
embracing the child in all of us -
Divine Bellows resounding through all and everything..... His Holy Spirit renewing the old with the new.
Displacing the sour wine with the eternal fruits born of His Salvation .
This Flame still lives within me...
It is born of His Spirit...This Flame that He allows me to hold...to carry on.
Divine Mother of God!  Help me to fan the flames of His Holy Presence -
of His Merciful Love...
of His timeless compassion for all of His children.
Amen.

(Gregory)

notes # 26

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...

unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...

i watch the blue fog slowly move in,

penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...

it is time now, like before.

i watch the blue train slowly pass by ~

soon to be a passenger warming my feet in
in her cabin,
passing in review before her porters and residents.

what will they see of me?
who will i let them see?
not me...
not now...
i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...
like this choking blue smoke...
like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,
just now...
for this short ride to nowhere.