HERMITAGE MAGDALENE

Tibi dixit cor meum, quaesivi vultum tuum
vultum tuum, Domine, requiram:
ne avertas faciem tuam a me.
Ps. 27


HERMITAGE MAGDALENE



In the muted silence of my Magdalene hermitage
In the greenness of my windows still,
migratory Mallards call and I stand.

GOD IS PRESENT i listen


HIS whereabouts are everywhere and
inside me felt.





And, what do I feel?
What do I see in my petite cell?
What is it that my Life is witnessing?



L O V E
THAT IS WHAT I KNOW.

L O V E
THAT IS HIS PURPOSE.

L O V E
THAT IS OUR NATURE.


My Hermitage Magdalene, enclosed in LOVE, condenses a consort of Happiness
and Freedom sought by but few!


THE ALMIGHTY ONE is here for the air is made thick by Him.
Viscous and sweet is He.
OH, so dewy Christ, come nearer to me.


Yes, I love so my greenery of God where do the lacy trees and eucalyptus bend to HIM.

I watch and tumble too.

GOD is not INvisible to me. GOD is seen.


For,
what moves the dust
and hastens the leaf
and birds to crackle
and rains to dampen
and dawning colors to come
and the shadows of dusk to widen so long?

It Is The Visible God: That is what It is. VISIBLE DEITY.


In my Hermitage in Magdala,
I perch inside peering for God;

I am secreted, buried behind a wall, within a window;
all day I whisper to His Majesty
as HE comes over me, pronouncing HIS REALM of Glory.


Shall I not open NOW to this LIGHT!


SILENCE:

It holds no-thing.
For my sins have occurred and
yet have settled long before the inception of me.
And, so past has HIS forgiveness sprinkled me anew.


That remains the SECRET of Hermitage Magdalene.